"I don't allow it."

He answered matter-of-factly for the tenth time, pulling his haori off his shoulders and draping it over her slender figure, leading her back to the room from the balcony. He'd accepted the mission of keeping an eye on the wayward but extremely gifted mage without a second thought. But he'd taken 'protect her from harm until the commission arrives' too literally. Now he was protecting her from the cold, steep stairs, spicy food, and even dogs.

"The forecast called for strong winds, and you weigh less than my dog. You'll be blown away! Do you hear me? You'll fly through the sky like a kite."

He chuckled, gently patting her shoulder blades to keep her on track. She generally didn't mind his company; he was cheerful and attractive. But this overprotectiveness was like a mosquito hovering over her sleeping head. Yes, she had poor control over her powers, but that didn't make her helpless. She was actually closer to the "especially dangerous" category. And she wanted to continue her mental outrage, but a flick to the nose distracted her.

"Don't sulk. And don't be silent. I feel sad when you feel sad."

He whispered with a gentle smile, sitting her back down on the sofa.