"I don't know. He told me you were all doing this for self-preservation. That I wasn't being fair to you. But you agreed to this as much as I did. You do everything on your own will, right? As much as I leave hints, you always seem to follow through exceedingly. And I give you the freedom to go to Amsterdam or wherever it is you find pleasure in. Surely, I am fair to you, somehow?" Tracey said, as she began rambling, trying to remember what exactly it was that got her riled up in the first place.
"Well you still proposed and quite impressively at that. I haven't exactly done anything for you but maybe get you that broom," she defended, though in a resigned toned. She touched her temple, as though momentarily massaging a headache, before sighing. Maybe she did worry too much.