"No," she replies, steadfastly ignoring the way that it insists on coming out as something of a question. She is not a child and she is not afraid of storms. "I'm fine."

Yvaine knows, logically, that no one is ever fine when they say that they are. 'Fine' is one of the worst words to use when describing how you are feeling since it almost always assures that you are lying in some way, shape or form.

"Perfectly fine," she bites it out a bit louder this time, nearly spiteful.