"Who says I'm going to get hurt? I'd prefer you not getting hurt, too, you know." Amelia kept her voice low and her tone reasonable; no need to alert the other two that there might be any sort of strife between them. Sighing, she met Fabian's gaze and after a moment nodded, conceding. "Fine. I'll go. But you and I are going to have a long talk later this week."
She frowned at him, making it as disapproving as possible, and turned to grab up her coat. She fixed him with a glare, in it warning him that he'd best be careful, or he'd definitely regret it. "I'll see you later, Fabian."