She understood Tithe's concerns but... she did not agree, not entirely at least. She worried for their sons, perhaps, but she had faith in them that they would outsmart and out-move anybody who tried to even get near them if they sensed danger. As for her? She scoffed at the idea of being outplayed by some loser who couldn't even tell a lie! Though her family had never been particularly famous for their fighting prowess, she had to admit that they definitely had it in them. See, had Pan not been such a walking brain, he might have made for a formidable fighter - stocky, strong, even more so than her. And heck, a fact that Pandora was eternally proud of, her mother had managed to take on the Old Beast Tobias and walk away! So, what was some mouthy woman compared to that?
Pandora could hold her own. In fact, she was sure she'd put the woman on her back long before she had a chance to try spin a tale.

Well, at least Pandora's confidence was commendable despite her lack of practical proof, no?

In any case, his stress wouldn't help him heal. But what could she do? He had a tendency to stress, a love for it almost. And so, she had resolved that the only way to solve it was to, well, solve the real issue: the woman. She knew he'd want to avoid it, hope to bury it, but she would not. That's how things went rotten. And so, when he gave her the world's most bland response, she frowned, a grimace of disapproval as she leaned in closer, a nip given to his ear to urge out more. And then he gave in, and she sighed, releasing the pressure...ever so slightly.

"They used to say that the eyes never lie," she shrugged, "did you recognize hers?" Her head tilted and despite the tone, an almost casual one, she was deeply serious about her question. After all, it was simply the truth - eyes were much easier to connect than colour or build. She had her father's eyes and Galileo had their mother's. So, who did hers belong to? At least then they could make a connection, seek to devise a motive and once they had a motive, well, things would fall into place.

She waited a moment and then, she rolled off him finally, batting a paw at him as she settled in beside him. If he was going to run then at least she had gotten that much out of him, right? "I think she overestimates herself." She huffed, a scoff, a streak of self-announced superiority over his would-be assassin. She had failed and now, she'd always fail. Pandora had that over her.