my lucky #3

She follows him dutifully as they meander out from the kitchen, a snicker leaving her at his question as she shakes her head and fetches her coat, already feeling better about the trek thus far in testing the limits of her protective garment. “No, I haven’t. Though something tells me he already believes it without proof.” Visual proof, perhaps, given that the scars were all etched over her body and the fact she’d come back to life. “I still think it would be amusing, though. And it’s admittedly been a while since I’ve had a good fight.” Since the last time Deimos and her had sparred, if she’s recalling correctly. Either way, tucked into her coat, with her gloves on and mood particularly chipper once again, she waits for him to finish up. “Lead the way.” She chimes, flashing a brilliant fanged smile his way. k i a d a