Her eyes well up. "That's not what I want. You don't ..." She stops, and nods to Jonas. "I feel that... maybe you don't understand. I'll try..." A deep breath. "Siv, you're Fiona. You don't know fear any more. I mean, you're afraid of losing us, but, I don't think it's the same. When I face.. when I'm even around..." Her breath is shaky. "It's not a conscious bias, try to understand? There might.. I admit, there might be SOME of that, but it's more. My brain goes numb, and my.. my heart clenches in my chest, and it hurts to breathe. I can't think, other than to try to get away. I don't hate your squire, or any of them..."
A touch of untruth there, a flash of something in her expression, but we're not talking about HIM. "..I'm terrified of her. And no, it doesn't make sense, but... I can't control it."