When the kid states his reasoning for wanting to cling to her, Brelia blinks a couple of times, unsure of how to process that. "Huh? What... why would me just getting out of the arena make me safe to be around? Half of the others I got out with would have had you down their throats by now, you know," she says, chastising the boy for his naivete. After placing him back down, though, she sighs a little bit. "Look, kid. One the friends I mentioned before wants to go shopping later, so I can't stick around here all night, and the best I can offer in terms of safety is you tagging along. What's got you seeking my help, anyway?"