The change in his tone of voice, in his general demeanor, is something Amelia didn't expect. She's always felt safe with him, but now? Now she feels it even more. It pulls at her heart for a moment before she pushes it aside to focus on the task set to her.

Relaxing has never been an easy thing for the rogue. Even with nothing to do and everything going smoothly, her mind is always running at full speed, striving to find more things to do. The breathing helps center her now, to give her thoughts a place to go. Deep breaths in through her nose and out slowly through her mouth. It's an easy rhythm for her to find – and one that produces the desired effect very quickly. Her head and shoulders fall forward, her hands start to relax and let go of a bit of the dirt they're holding,

It's almost surprising to hear his voice again, having lost herself so fully in the task she was set with. She resists opening her eyes, but only just. “I'm all right.” A beat and she huffs a small, single laugh. “A little tired, now that I'm relaxed.”

She's still terrified, but she's trying to stay light about all of this. He's doing this for her, for her safety and well-being, and in return she needs to be strong for him. So long as she can keep that in mind, it isn't all bad.