Genevieve is certainly not intending to imply that Beau can't take care of herself- she knows full well that even though the period she lives in might be restrictive, there are plenty of women who are just as or more powerful than the men attached to them. She isn't away that her actions would be seen as old-fashioned or insulting, except perhaps to those who were scandalized by how moddish she is compared to her contemporaries. Which is certainly not a problem she's foreseeing with Beau.

She smiles as their arms are looped together and they start through the marketplace, Genevieve keeping a cursory eye out for anything interesting that she might return to later but most of her attention on the woman on her arm. "Magic?" she hits on immediately, brow crinkling in confusion and curiosity, "What do you mean?"