Yara suspects you, but Brunhilde supports you

Yara's grin was set on her face, revealing the gap between her teeth. Her voice whistled through. "Well, well. If I had to point the finger, it would be at the very handsome gentleman sitting at the end of the table there. He attempted to control my mind with his powers, but I fended him off, thanks to this protective headgear of mine." She placed one hand atop the rounded surface of the mask covering the upper side of her head.

A heavy sigh came from Yara's side, as Brunhilde leaned in her chair, causing it to nudge slightly towards your direction. "I think you're wrong there, boss. I squared off with him right after you and he talked. Not a hint of nervousness on him. Stared me straight in the eyes and didn't flinch. I do not think that a coward who resorts to methods like the ones you speak of would be able to do it," the blond explained, casting her cool, blue eyes to you for just a moment.

"M-Miss Brunhilde! Please do not doubt me in front of our guests! You are making me look silly!" Yara hissed, still trying to keep her grin on.

"You are making you look silly. As usual," Brunhilde scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Magic does not exist."

This worked out to your favor. Brunhilde might not be your fan, exactly, but she respected the way you hadn't shrunk from her earlier. No one was buying Yara's accusation with her steely, adept bodyguard shooting it down.

"Moving on," Dee murmured, still watching you with suspicious eyes.