They'll have to work that out, if they're going to continue to work together. Especially if she's supposed to be protecting him.

She sighs and runs a hand over her face slowly. She's unsure what's worse - dealing with her inventor friend taking everything she says out of context or Viatorus not saying anything, or at least not saying what he means. Both are not great options.

"Look, whatever it is, it's not going to stop bothering you if you ignore it. The sooner you get it out there, the sooner we can work through it and move on." She slowly looks up at him, leaning her elbow onto the table and then placing that hand under her chin, an exasperated look on her face. "Would it make it easier to tell me if you wrote it down? If I had someone hold onto the daggers laced into my boots?" Stop being so oddly specific about that, Amelia, or he might ask why you're being specific. "Or is there something else about me that makes you so unable to speak your mind?"