Savannah raised her head, pushing her hair out of the way. "The part that you don't want to talk about it with anyone else," she said, smiling. "You know everyone will be perfectly happy to ignore it, and so would you, but it's not good for you and it's going to render any discussion you have about your power useless."
She traced the bruise, her fingers turning to ice before she did it. She kept her eyes on the bruise, not looking at him as she spoke. "You've had pretty good control when we've practiced together. You have control, but there's no way that Sam and G would get that from last night. I know you can do much better than that."
Her eyes met with Marty's. "You were afraid for me. That's why you lost control. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere. I'm a lot harder to kill than that. I could have stopped him, but he was baiting you, was trying to get a response." Sam had underestimated Marty's fears and insecurities. "I'm not leaving you. You have me forever and ever, okay?"