Like Camelot, Hvergelmir dismissed her weapon and let herself power down and resume her real identity. She was grateful that the night had been warm and she'd worn a tanktop out before transforming -- otherwise Laney really wasn't sure how she was going to explain how she'd gotten cut in the company of a man twice her age and decidedly not related to her and how her shirt had managed to avoid getting cut along with her. Coming up with an innocent explanation for those circumstances was a bit too much even for her prodigious imagination.

Laney felt steady enough to stand on her own, but she linked her arm with Tony's when he offered anyway. He made her feel safe, which she liked, and comfortable in a way that was popular in movies and on TV but which her own parents had definitely never made her feel. It was always nice to be a little bit coddled.

She smiled. "Lead on, oh knight in shining armor."

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we can always wrap here if you like <3