[ a reasonable thing to be anxious about. how could leona stay so calm despite being one of those types that would plan for circumstances, even the ones beyond his control? probably something to do with accepting his fate. knowing there's magic out there that not even he can fight against, and putting in any effort to push back would just get him killed. survival of the fittest means surviving. ]

Mm. He got unlucky. Or he pissed the wrong person off. Don't think either of you would be willing to stir the pot so much that you could end up bein' someone's lawn ornament or house decoration, yeah?

[ leona folds one leg over the other, reclining into the couch. ]

Well, whatever happens around here? I got you. Whether you like it or not.