[ Aah, that was the sort of response she'd expected. In times like this, she feels like she understands better and better just why V is the bride out of the two of them. His heart is much too soft to want to cause anyone pain – and that's a truly lovely thing but it means that he could never stand as a groom himself, not without becoming willing to get his hands dirty himself. So it falls to Lambda to be aggressive and get her hands dirty, to make sure no one can steal him.

Not that she minds, of course. She'll do anything she has to do to keep him safe at her side. ]

I'm fine, I'm fine! [ She singsongs the words cheerily and lifts her own hand in turn so she can press the palm of his hand to her cheek. Her fingers are scratched and bruised in places just from the effort of wielding such a violent weapon but true to her word, she's uninjured. ] As if I'd let a half-rate groom like that land a blow on me, especially when I'm fighting him to protect you.

[ She grins at him. Her eyes are a little too bright, lit up from within by adrenaline. ]

But what's more important is you. You're shaken up, aren't you?