Best not. She flinches away from his voice, then sways back toward it in a wobbly kind of threat that would lose something in the way she's shivering if it weren't for what she'd just managed to do almost entirely unconsciously. The illusion that separates them is much the same, staring back at him for a moment with those human eyes to shut him out, to force that safe distance between them.

Unsteadily, "Go away," in Italian, and she can't keep looking at him.