[He's gradually making himself more at home on the ottoman, sharing the space in a way that is hopefully less tense in favour of something more intimate. He's not afraid of her, he's afraid for her. And he's afraid that he'll do something to make her feel worse.]

If you're not trying to murder me on purpose I think we're still in a pretty good place. [He laughs softly, showing that he's not being overly serious about it. Some of this is just out of their hands.] Besides, Centi - I mean, Nephrite spits acid too, and she's the best.

[He'd only gotten to spend a few days with any of them before ending up here, but he loved Centi even when she was a nearly mindless centipede monster.]