"True." Nerva lifted her eyes to catch the softness in her expression, and her own softens a touch in response. "That is a wise way to consider it."

When it comes to Fate, however, she can't keep the worry away, and it creases her brows.

"... I suppose. I admit I - Him having one at all --" She cut off, trying to find the wording even as her frown deepened.

"... I have every reason in the world to distrust him." It was a soft statement, almost a chiding one, to herself, rather than Benevenuta. "And yet, I do."