She had felt relief well within her breast when Atticus nodded and was agreeing to her idea only to have Zara intrude again with her ill temper and veiled threats. Fiona forced herself to meet the other woman's gaze, her chin raised slightly in refusal to cower before the other woman's anger. But there was something in her eyes that was so very...malicious.<br/><br/>Zara left, and left her thoughts reeling as well, scattered within her along with a heart that raced a touch too fast. Fi tucked her little book back into the hidden pocket and stood, reaching for Atticus' hand almost instantly, drawing comfort from the clear fact that the other whore had no intentions to do anything so long as she was around someone who would object. Anel wouldn't, that had been clear earlier, but Atticus wouldn't let anyone harm one of the workers, not even another worker. And the sitting area wasn't the best location in which to have any sort of intimate conversation, even if Zara wasn't present others could come.<br/><br/>"Walk, please, I can't stay here at the moment. I...hope you forgive my being so familiar to reach for your hand like this. Your touch just settles me so..." the last she said with a softer blush then the one that had filled her cheeks before and a ghost of a smile hovered on her lips after her confession of attachment to him. Time alone with Atticus was always a gift in her thoughts and a walk would help her cool and be better prepared should anyone request her tonight. And deal with it if no one did.