Alastor had a bit of time before he had to go back; he knew Michael would worry if he was out for too long, but he probably already expected Alastor to lose track of time if they got into something fun like sparring.

He smiled when she punched the air, as much in understanding as it was pride. He had no doubt she’d get stronger. Her heart was in the right place. She had more reason than most to want–need–strength.

“All right, then.” He rolled his shoulders once more, easing the tension he carried in his back.

She had time, and so did he.

He couldn’t cram everything into one night, but he could give her enough to keep her busy until they met up again.

Daphne was going to get stronger. He was looking forward to seeing how far she could go.

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