(the sigh that leaves him... a hand goes to the top of her head, gently caressing it. she's too nice to be in this place. he needs to look out for her. at least someone needs to be malicious in this household when they're in hell.)

I'm not saying you would. You're too good a person, but I'm not that great, and this place functions just like my brain. It's just easy to give you that certainty because you certainly could, and should, take precautions to preserve yourself in the face of anything in this place.

(and she can rest assured that if she doesn't, he will on her behalf.)