It was really annoying, being an urban fantasy heroine. Sometimes you saw a grenade and just couldn't help but throw yourself on it, even when there was a perfectly good Grenade Containment Device right next to you. Probably bringing you to various locations to eat delicious food on the weekly.
Arden looked very curious about what they were talking about, but again, this seemed less like a time to ask.
Instead, she just nodded. "Sorry," she said. "I'm not used to...Uh. Never mind."
Look, she'd had a decade of 'if you're dumb enough to get yourself caught by the Duskwatch, we're not going to save you' drummed into her head. Remembering that there were other people that could help - other families that wouldn't hesitate to go into danger for one of their own - was kind of an uphill battle.
"If anything like that ever happens, you'll be the first person I call," she promised Raiden, which was much better and more decisive than continuing to explain bits of her tragic backstory to these nice people who all had their own and yet managed to be competent about things anyway.
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Arden looked very curious about what they were talking about, but again, this seemed less like a time to ask.
Instead, she just nodded. "Sorry," she said. "I'm not used to...Uh. Never mind."
Look, she'd had a decade of 'if you're dumb enough to get yourself caught by the Duskwatch, we're not going to save you' drummed into her head. Remembering that there were other people that could help - other families that wouldn't hesitate to go into danger for one of their own - was kind of an uphill battle.
"If anything like that ever happens, you'll be the first person I call," she promised Raiden, which was much better and more decisive than continuing to explain bits of her tragic backstory to these nice people who all had their own and yet managed to be competent about things anyway.