S'okay, Nao. You take all the time you need.

[He murmurs quietly. He wonders, too, how Fidelio might react to all this. Might tell him he's being stupid, and if it comes down to it, they should prepare for the worst. He doesn't want to think like that, though, so he rests his chin atop her head, his tail drooping.]

Don't really get all of what you mean, but I can't abandon you just 'cause of your tribe. No one can help how they were born.