Hushed Willows Run along now, don't be glum

There was nothing negative in the woman’s gaze, but she couldn’t help to shrink underneath it. Her tremors had started anew, making her feel unsteady as she tap-danced nervously. 

The woman of gold gently prodded a question in her direction, though she mostly certainly would have been satisfied by either Peridot or Carnelian’s answer, the girl was sure. So, she did what she did best; she allowed her brother to front the conflict—even though there was none to be found. 
Backing away, eyes whaled and non-blinking, she found herself behind him and Reina, in the safety of their shadows.

This was safe. This was where she needed to be.