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Even if Sergei hadn't been seething with anger, the events of the night had more than done their fair share of teaching her a lesson. She never wanted to see that happen again, and just the image of the Page on his side as he was ruthlessly kicked as they were helpless---ugh. It made her sick. She hated it.

He was angry though, and the senshi of ships couldn't help but just feel even worse. Sedna rung her hands together, still standing as she glanced at him, and then anywhere but him. His shoes, the leaves in the park, the edge of the bench. Her eyes were glossy, and as soon as he looked at it, she just exploded. "I'm sorry." She gasped, her voice thick with emotion, and moved to sit, except she was so wound up she missed the bench and ended up falling flat on her bottom on the ground. Where she stayed.

She also, finally, let the magic fade, and Olga clenched the tops of her knees. "I'm sorry---I'm sorry---"

Her shoulders hunched, and hunched even more with every intonation in his words. She didn't look at him, instead keeping her gaze on the tops of her knees. She bit the bottom of her lip, briefly.

Olga then released a shaky breath, and didn't hesitate in answering, because she knew exactly why she did it. "I---I get scared. Terrified---because as soon as I sense them I know they sense me, and I just feel like if I don't act fast enough, I won't be able to stop them. To save people---" Her lips twisted, and her brows furrowed.

Not that rushing in had saved anyone, either.

Olga didn't think she could feel even worse, but that was wrong. Oh so wrong. Everything he was saying was bringing her down to darker depths. Her lips twisted and her chest was tight, and for a moment her vision blurred. She gasped in surprise as she was suddenly lifted up, glad she almost matched him in height so that she wasn't dangling, and caught her feet underneath her. She blinked away the blurriness, and looked up at him.

"That---" Her voice was soft and clogged, and she cleared her throat and tried again. "That's not fair." She whispered helplessly. "I'm---I'm not anything like him!" She reached up, her fingers trembling, and wrapped them around his wrists. "I'm---I'm trying---"

There was nothing she could say at the moment and no amount of optimism to turn this situation around right now, so she stayed quiet. He had thoroughly knocked the wind out of her sails for the time being. Olga looked down, and then off to the side, her eyes lidding as she was half listening and half wondering what would Jamie Fraser do in a situation like this, where the odds were stacked against him. He always managed to pull through---

Oh wait---she was catching what he was saying, but didn't turn her gaze back up and give him her full attention until he poked her in the chest. Olga grimaced in surprise, and let go of his wrists to now grab both of his hands, so that he couldn't poke her again. That was kind of unpleasant!

"I---" She cleared her throat, and stared at him. Yeah. She agreed. Getting better and...more training...but his words---to train as partners? That suddenly had given her one positive thing to latch onto. "I---y-yeah. Yes. I understand---" Her brows knitted though. "But---you---" She paused for a moment. "You...know this means you'll need to go out on more than just Tuesday, yeah?"

Olga held onto his other hand with both of her own, and then just stared at him.

She stared, and stared and stared.

"...Four days a week...every week?" She whispered, almost in disbelief.

Olga stared at him, and then she stared off into the distance, her eyes slightly wide.

Her cheeks burned a bit red.

Had she died and gone to Heaven?

Suddenly her heart was starting to hammer in her chest. "O-okay." She whispered, and then abruptly let go of his hand. She stared off for a moment longer before she snapped back to him. "Um---we should get you home---so that you can rest---! Yeah! Okay!"

Olga totally would have carried him if he asked.

As it stood, she did reach out to support him for the trip back to his apartment, where she helped him in and what not. Once he was safely inside, Olga checked the time, and then looked at him. "Um---where's your aspirin at? I'll get you some. You should lay down now and rest...it's close to your bed time anyways, yeah?"