She frowned, holding Digit close to her and squinting at him. "Do not be rude, Basel," she chided. "He doesn't deserve it."
She looked up at him, squinting slightly. "Basel," she asked seriously. "If I ask you something, will you answer it honestly?"
"I do not think you're unintelligent," he said honestly, sitting beside her. "I think you're naive, but only because of how you were raised. You'll learn more with time."
She scooted over to him, her gaze intense as she watched him. "So... you don't think I'm unintelligent."
She studied him, as if she wasn't quite sure she believed him, before leaning in and whispering in his ear. "So, why do you think I would believe that Digit is trying to manipulate me?"
“He wouldn’t,” she replied defensively, leaning against the couch arm and resting her legs over his. Digit clambered up, curling in her lap.