"You don't sound calm," replies Leila, carrying her over to the couch and laying back on it, letting the girl rest against her round belly with the wings gently draped on top of her. "You sound angry, and scared. I can tell you've had bad experiences in the past... And that my offered help won't actually help in the slightest. But still, if there's anything I can do, at all, to convince you that I'm not going to hurt you... Just tell me. I'll respect your wishes and carry them out to the best of my ability, but you cost me a fortune, so I'll expect at least a little work in return, okay?"