[ but the subject of inflecting pain on others does keep her from spiking to the extreme level of anxiety, and she instantly glances over her shoulder when he questions what kind of pain would fulfill her. his daughter stretches over to the table the best way she can, and without removing herself from his lap, straining herself until her fingers finally touches a certain silverware from her forgotten meal.

when she settles and faces her father again, in her hand is a knife, and she takes a hold of silco's hand to force him to hold it along with her. the craze yet eerily devoted smile plasters across her freckled face again, and she caresses her cheek against his knuckles, her own, and the sterling silver. ]

The kind of pain you're best at. ... Use your silver friend.

[ she coos sweetly as she screws her eyes shut to soak in her pipe dream again. ]

— I can't hurt him on my own, my flock will get mad. But you can. You can hurt him... for what he said to me. I'll hurt Ekko for threatening you, if you hurt him for calling me...

[ jinx pauses, tightening her grip over silco's. ]

I'm not fake. And I'm not vulnerable or replaceable.

[granted, richard didn't say that, but sevika's words do haunt her from time to time. especially if she were here to witness all of this, she would have a field day over the fact silco has a lover, and possibly hoping her boss will finally toss jinx out of his and her life. and it's a blessing she isn't here. ]