[ She wonders what kind of magic - or violence - these other Servants are capable of for someone like Oberon to hesitate so obviously at the thought of fighting them. She's already seen him do impossible things however many times over just in the few days since he's been here... So what could be so incredibly threatening to born of them that ducking and hiding and hoping for the best is the preferable option?

All this danger, just because she was fool enough to want somebody to grant her wish. Again, she feels ice licking down her spine.

By contrast, her smile is bright as summer sunshine. ]

That's all I could ever ask. I told you, didn't I? I'd rather be your friend than your Master. I can't ask you to put yourself right in harm's way just for me. So, I'll do what I can to make sure neither of us ends up in danger.