[There’s a half-silly, half-serious protest on her tongue, until: “We’re safe.”

[Her playfully-obstinate expression softens. But she nudges his foot back anyway, light.]

…Yeah. [The last thing he needs is you you freaking out first.] We are safe. And you’ll be fine.

[Aubrey gives the bottle a swirl, sighing lightly.] I’m glad. [She means it.]