The young fox awarded the man a smirk at his questioning regarding the broken nose she'd once given Beck. "No, he wasn't armed," She offered, the memory giving her nothing but a warm feeling in her chest. "But he did bet our Alpha's son twenty pounds that I wasn't brave enough to punch him. He was being an ass, so I punched him. Hard, too." After all, he'd seemed to learn his lesson after that, he'd never dared to suggest she wasn't powerful after that. Though, it was easy to claim to be powerful among her pack when they were equal in size and species. Here, where everyone was different, her Were form was rather useless and she knew it. It was something she was still thinking about when he moved her to the first position. Throwing herself against Kato did nothing. He didn't move, didn't budge, didn't even react besides the rumbling laugh he awarded her. Even bothered by the teasing, Edie could hardly deny the briefest amount of joy she experienced in the amusement she'd afforded him. And she remained pleased until the explanation of the next strike he wanted her to throw at him, the one that spoke of actual injuries that she could inflict on him that had completely broken her.

Edie was only mildly aware of the way he reached for her, though it didn't stop her as she pulled abruptly away from him and lowered herself into the soft grass. She'd never had anything like this happen before, never felt the complete inability to breathe like she did at the moment. She found herself clutching at handfuls of grass in an attempt to steady herself as she gasped for air. It felt as though something was crushing her, stealing her ability to breathe or even think properly. All she could think was the never ending loop that Kato could get hurt. And Kato... oh, no. Kato couldn't get hurt... couldn't leave... couldn't... couldn't. That she had grown so attached to the man was only making the problem worse. No, she'd left England to avoid emotions such as this, and she'd found herself caring for people that she surely shouldn't. Kato had admitted immediately that he wasn't staying in Sacrosanct. Edie... oh, how did she get herself into this mess again?

The command to slow her breathing down was only met with a gasping noise rather akin to a sob. The tears that had merely welled in her eyes spilled then, falling down her cheeks in a stream. The young fox offered him no resistance as he tilted her gaze up to look at him. Though she would have liked for his presence to soothe her, if anything it did the opposite. Immediately, the tears picked up in severity and the girl leaned forward, pressing her body against his as she clung to him. She was aware of the question he asked her, though she had no idea how to answer it. How could she explain that she was scared of hurting him â€" both physically or otherwise. Or worse, how she was scared that he had the ability to wreck her if she left. How could she explain that she was falling for him in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying. How she'd felt this way once before, and the mutual feeling had almost gotten him killed?

"I'm scared," Edie gasped out after several tearful minutes of clinging to him. It was barely an explanation. But she was scared of so much at the moment, the world felt like it was caving in. The stream of words that followed came out in a jumbled mess of sentences, each one blending into the next before the girl could think about what she was going to say. "I don't want to hit you or hurt you or... what if I hit you too hard and your heart... and I can't... and I don't want to make you... what if something happens... I can't..." She shook her head rather frantically, looking up at the man with a helpless expression. "I can't... lose... you."