"You could sleep on our couch," I suggested, already contemplating how I'd explain this to my parents. I was hoping I wouldn't even have to, and that this whole ordeal I'd just been thrust in to would be done with long before they even called to say they were getting on the plane home.

I motioned for her to follow me in to the house, my eyes on the sheath she'd just inserted her sword in to. This made me feel a bit better, but not by much. She still had it, and it was still easily accesible.