[Another sigh. He can't say anything that would make this better for either one of them. No, he didn't want to hear explanations. No, he couldn't even judge where that someplace safer might be.

It would help as much (that is to say, not at all) to wonder what kind of job meant only watching people die and what kind of girl twisted that into it meaning the lives were unimportant. So Neji shakes off the curiosity. Focuses again on the Now. At least now he's seeming a touch more sympathetic.] I'll trust you when you say that.

[That she can and will defend herself, despite her own protests. And hoping to buy her time to regain composure, the next instant Neji's jumping to a rather low but sturdy enough tree branch.] Please wait for me here. There shouldn't be anyone nearby and I'll only take a minute at most.

[Feeling at odds with your own body's doing, Yuri? Yeah, he can sympathize. He had to get high enough to see something worthwhile, possibly quit feeling so suffocated by being bound to proximity. Still, he'll wait for a reply before scouting high.]