"What?" It's not that she didn't understand. It's that her immediate reflex is to dislike what's been said. Dakki straightens, and seems prepared to take a step backwards. "I don't get to pick this myself? I'm just... yours?" She does not like having her decisions made for her. Not without some sound reasoning, at minimum. She has to push back.

"What if I say no? What's... what's Synodiporia?"