"Yea, I don't think I'd want to be alone either. Not just because it sucks," she said, feeling that immediate ache that came with remembering the loss, "but I don't really trust myself right now. I'm liable to be reckless. And I don't think this city would be fond of that."

Reckless. Dangerous. Possibly even out of control. She'd been out of control before, and the magical community was still reeling from it, back home. Maybe Darquesse was gone these days, and maybe it would never be that bad again. But she wasn't exactly powerless at the moment, either, and she still hadn't tried to go full-bore with those abilities.

"You were a pretty good punching bag, I'll give you that. Very squishy, and satifying thud noises when I hit." She'd meant to be joking with that, but then realised just how much she laid into him. "And who's to say you've noticed any peeks I may have been sneaking? I'm good at misdirection, you probably only noticed the ones when I was lulling you into a false sense of security."