"Don't just say 'it's fine', Sam," she said, and he would be able to detect a note of anger in her voice.
"No, seriously," she said sharply, her Enryli swirling through her wings as she grew more agitated. "I mean, I had to come to your house and bring you scones in order to get you to talk to me. If I hadn't knocked on your door, would you have ever tried to make it work?"
She glared at him, her gaze defiant. "Fight for something or don't. If you want this, then fight for it."