"They've been pretty good at being around monsters so far. And before you leap to that conclusion, not just me." A beat. "Not just me and Siffleur. Just...let them be themselves."

Once Daisy's comfortable Erin puts the bowl of soup into her lap; minimal chance of spilling, and it can't hurt to have something warm there for a moment.

It also gives Erin the insane urge to kiss Daisy's forehead, which she throttles in a Herculean effort of will.

"...It's a bit scary, isn't it? Realizing you're living among people who can outweigh you."