[She quickly debates if she should pretend to be even remotely afraid. After what she's recently faced, she finds her definition of fear has been slightly skewed from the average person's. So her eyes shift this way and then that, and then her lips purse together awkwardly.]

I'm really not, no. Uncertain, I mean. I'm really, completely certain that I'd like to meet a wolf. I'm not afraid, if that's what you're worried about. You're not, why should I be?