Olivia sighed, shaking her head.

“Now I’m starting to understand you. But this is dangerous,” she said, lowering her voice, her tone firmer. “You get involved with people you don’t even know! And if one day something goes wrong, who’s going to save you? Does your boyfriend just… accept it?”

Ísis let out a short laugh, but her gaze stayed serious.

“I know how to take care of myself, Olivia,” she replied, steady. “And you know what? I’m good at it. I know how to listen, I know how to read people.