"Mine?" That earns a very startled look, moving her attention away from the Honedge a moment; he certainly looks less than pleased by that as well, but it's not like Sanger's entirely wrong. (Not completely accurate, but Ymir certainly sees him as an opponent, to start.)

"..A man, seated in discussion with me, who has given me no reason to doubt any intentions," she then corrects, straightening a little; it's not a scold, exactly, and he had given her reason to be at least a little nervous, but: "If you had truly intended my end, you wouldn't have wasted your time talking with me."

If anything, her expression turns a little more solemn when he mentions his own participation in last night's battle, and she shakes her head. "..Really, Ymir, you can stand down now." The Honedge looks rather offended by this request, and even more so when it's very evident that Sophia won't back down on the matter. Redoubling the glare, there's an almost indignant flip of his tassle before Ymir pulls away from them, floating off to haunt the far end of the wall in a sulk with intent to stay on guard. This earns a sigh from Sophia, but it doesn't appear that she'll be changing his mind tonight.

Don't think he's not watching you, though, Sanger.