She squeezes his hand. I'd have your back. Honestly, that's all she could ask for now. She knows he means it. She doesn't need or want him to save her anymore - only be there. "I know you would," she says earnestly, because she so completely believes him. "You know I'd have your back, too." It's not a question.

Hazel can feel him tense up, and it makes her lift her head at last, so she can see his face. Well, as best she can, in the dark of her room. "I think we're all getting pretty good at that." Making Gaea angry. A part of her is glad for it, glad to be getting under the goddess's skin, because sometimes Hazel wants nothing more than to tear apart her face in the Earth. But it's worth being a little cautious over, too.