NOTE: Smut will ensue, don't read if you're not a fan!

Some direct quotes are used because these bits are written so damn well by the wonders at Bioware, but there's the odd amendment where I felt it necessary for the character (Ryder). Things should start taking a bit of a turn from here, more action is coming (promise), but I wanted to really establish how Ryder reacted to things such as Sloane's shooting etc. to give a bit of background. Following this chapter it's pretty much all new ground, and the winds of change will be blowing...

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Bleary-eyed, Ryder sat yawning at her desk with a steaming cup of tea and a thumping headache. Her encounter with Reyes and Sloane the day before hadn't been her only endeavour. She'd thrown herself into sorting some of Kadara's many issues, which included extricating bodies from pools previously containing acid, and finally dealing with the anti-AI terrorist organisation that had tried to kill SAM. The way her head was pounding suggested she had perhaps pushed herself too hard, but it didn't matter. She wanted Kadara as safe as possible for a new outpost. Rubbing her temples, she flicked lazily through her inbox. It was full of bullshit from the Initiative higher-ups, praise from various civilians who enthused as they took their first steps on new worlds, as well as the odd insult from angaran objectors. One caught her eye, however, with the subject 'You know…'. She smiled as she read it.

To: Ryder

From: Reyes Vidal

It's hard to focus with all these flashbacks to a certain cave.
I blame you.

Reyes

It wasn't the first time she had felt herself grinning at memories from the previous day. If she hadn't been so fatigued when she finally clambered into bed the night before, she suspected she would have lain awake half the night to recollections of a certain pair of hands caressing her body, imagining the fingers that had run over her back stroking bare skin instead, before sliding between her thighs. Unfortunately, such thoughts did not come without a nagging sense of doubt. She had knowingly and callously watched a woman die, someone that she had given her word that she would defend, then made out with her murderer in the very same cave, her deceitful pirate… boyfriend? Lover? She didn't know what they were. When she thought about it now she was alone, it all seemed utterly disrespectful, loathsome even. Not something that Sara Ryder, Pathfinder, best in class, would do. However Reyes' presence was intoxicating, it made her feel reckless, wild. And a dark, hidden part of her revelled in it.

"Pathfinder, Liam is waiting outside your quarters," SAM stated, in his usual monotonous way.

"He is?" Ryder asked surprised.

Quickly, she grabbed a hair tie from her desk, sweeping most of her hair back in a ponytail save for the spirals of her long fringe. She smoothed over the bedsheets that she hadn't long since got out of, kicking her underwear from the day before under the bed. She grabbed a book, an odious looking tome she had taken from her father's office on the Hyperion, and sat back in her chair.

"Let him in SAM."

The door made a swishing sound as it opened.

"Ryder, I was wondering if you have a minute?"

She looked up from the book effortlessly, as though she hadn't been dashing around in the moments previous, "Of course, although I must admit I'm pleasantly surprised to see you."

Liam was all business, arms folded, eyes stony. Ryder still found it discomfiting to see him this way, so far removed from his usual even-tempered manner.

"Well, you might change your mind on that one."

She stood up placing the book on her desk. She wasn't sure why she stood up, but it seemed the sort of conversation that you stood up for.

"What is it?"

"Look, I heard what happened with Sloane and Vidal yesterday. I know you probably think I'm just jealous," he avoided her eyes, "and maybe I am a bit. But I'm worried about you, it's not like you to do something like this."

She gulped. There was a lump in her throat, heat was rising in her face, "I don't know what you mean."

"Yes, you do. You let Sloane die, you're better than that Sara, way better," Liam responded, too discerning for her deception.

She gripped the edge of the desk behind her, before she said tentatively, "I don't know what you want me to say."

"I want you to say you'll do better, that you haven't forgotten who you are just because you've fallen for someone who's bad news."

With anybody else, she would've become angry and defensive. A frown darkened his attractive features but there was no trace of animosity there, only concern. She found herself thinking of when they'd first come to Heleus and found consolation in each other, trying to drown out the loss, suffering and turmoil.

Ryder wished the burning in her cheeks would subside, "How do you know that I've fallen for anybody?"

"It's fairly obvious," he replied, "and it's fine, it really is. What isn't fine is if you let it change you."

"It isn't-"

He held up his hand, "Just think about it, okay?"

She nodded. The fact that he had spoken to her so softly, without anger, made her feel all the more ashamed. Far more than this, the look of disappointment in his eyes stung far worse than any of his words.

He turned to leave and she found herself calling out to him without thinking, her hand grasping for his, "Liam."

He stopped and looked back, eyes widening, "What?"

"I… I'm sorry. I hate that I've let you down," she was suddenly very aware of how soft his skin felt on hers, remembering how gentle those fingers could be, "I hope you can forgive me."

For the first time in days he smiled at her, the sight warmed her skin like the morning sun.

"Sara I am always here, it's just that means here for you, not this other Ryder I don't know," he squeezed her hand before letting it go. "Let me know if you need me out on Kadara."

"I will."

She stared after him, dumbfounded as to why his good opinion meant quite so much to her.

Hours later Ryder found herself in front of Keema Dohrgun in what had previously been the Outcast's HQ.

"If you're looking for the Charlatan he's not here."

She proceeded to explain that an angaran face had seemed the best front for the Collective leadership in Kadara, and that she had happily obliged, even helping Reyes along in the process of displacing the former ruler of Kadara. Keema did indeed look very happy with herself; cigar held aloft in her hand, leant back in Sloane's throne, her triumph apparent in her relaxed body language. All Keema needed were some barely clothed concubines astride her seat, or a cat with a squashed, angry-looking face perched on her knee, and she would be the very picture of a villain from the many vids Liam had sent Ryder. Although it made her slightly uneasy, Ryder smiled slightly at the thought.

"I told him to tell you earlier, but he was worried about what you'd think. It was adorable really."

Ryder's newfound distaste for the angaran lessened slightly.

"Reyes, adorable?" she had wanted her tone to sound sceptical, but Ryder couldn't conceal the hopefulness in it.

Keema continued as she breathed out a thick plume of purple smoke, "Don't let all the bravado fool you, I've known Reyes for some time and I've never seen him like this before."

Ryder wanted to say more but decided not to press the subject, "I'll leave you to your… work. Thanks for your time Keema."

"Pleasure as always Pathfinder."

Ryder strode through the doors and back out to Kadara port. The familiar neon lights cast rays of pink and blue across many of the same faces, the same nefarious dealings were being made in darkened corners. The only obvious difference was that the guards dotted at intervals wore the mark of the Collective, not the Outcasts. Ryder couldn't help but feel that eyes were watching her, whether this was because they knew she had a hand in Sloane's downfall, or that she had the Collective's protection, she wasn't sure. She snorted with derision, she had long since passed needing anyone's protection, not since before she had broken one of the plates of the biggest bully at her school, a Krogan called Kren. She was 14 at the time. Ryder made for the dock and, by extension, Tartarus.

Lost in thought, her feet led her automatically through the bustling docks towards the Tempest. Her ship was certainly the most impressive, as the largest and most advanced, and it was the only visible Initiative presence. Although the port was small, there were hundreds of vessels crammed in, organised in haphazard rows with little room to negotiate between them, making landing and takeoff difficult and causing endless arguments about chipped paint and damaged shields. Most ships were no bigger than two-man cruisers, many in various states of disrepair after having had to negotiate the scourge, scavengers and kett. Some had been crudely modified with additional weaponry, contorting the vessels into odd shapes, adorned in mismatched colours, a sea of browns, greys and whites. Between them bustled exiles making repairs and loading cargo, with Collective operatives visibly scrubbing away Outcast symbols that had been spray-painted onto wingtips and hulls, replacing them with their own. As ever there was an abundance of homeless in the area, of all races, equipped with numerous signs with different messages but all invariably asking for free passage off-world, essentials like food or water, and most prevalently credits. Ryder paused as she passed a little human girl, sat alone next to a burnt-out fighter. Her dark hair was long, an endless sea of knots. The old Initiative uniform she wore was dirty, off-white, wherever there was a cuff there was a tear, a seam unwinding. Her feet were bare, blackened and unwashed.

Ryder held out a hand to her, speaking softly, "Hey. I'm Ryder, but you can call me Sara if you like…"

The girl stared at her, large eyes wide and frightened. Before Ryder could stop her the girl set off at a run.

"Wait!"

She made chase, winding between clamouring street merchants, squeezing between ships, tripping over loose cargo. It was to no avail as Ryder lost her almost instantaneously amongst the bustle of the port, like a small rabbit in a vast warren of tunnels. Ryder sighed, taking a moment to catch her breath before continuing on to the Tempest.

Usually, whenever she visited Tartarus she was dressed in armour, ready for the wonderous desolation of the Kadaran badlands. This time, however, she was only visiting Reyes and surely wouldn't be needing it. That morning she had picked her outfit carefully and much more selectively than usual. Tight jeans, boots, a leather jacket tossed over a low cut vest. All black, just like the thick eyeliner that curved over her eyelids and formed wings at the edges. The only brightness of colour was her lips, the violent red complimenting her hair. Ryder made a quick stop to the Tempest's armoury to pick up her pistol, pairing it with the vintage leather holster she'd bought back on Earth; highly impractical but much more discrete. Before she left, she made a stop at the cargo bay, the girl playing on her mind.

Liam was tinkering with the Nomad, a quizzical look on his face.

"You okay?" she asked, watching him, a hand resting on her hip.

He stopped abruptly, "Just looking at that dent you made when you went smashing into that fiend, now I have time. Should bend right back out… How did you manage it?"

"Oh you know…" she laughed awkwardly, "anyway, I just wanted to ask you something, really quick. In HUSTL you must have responded to disasters involving children, maybe where they were orphaned?"

He grimaced, "Unfortunately, yeah, lots. Why?"

"I never really realised… I'm worried about children on Kadara. There aren't many but there are exiles whose children were released from cryo, whether they pulled strings or not, it doesn't matter. I saw a girl today, she was homeless, it looked like she was on her own. She can't be the only one, I'll bet there are angarans too," she spoke sadly. "This place swallows people up, and they get left behind..."

He looked at her thoughtfully, "I never really considered it before now, it's weird because you so rarely see kids out here you forget…" He rubbed his chin, "You're right. But first you have to look at the bigger problem, all those people out there with nowhere to go, no homes, no food. Once you have an outpost, I could look at getting something set up. You might have to okay it with Vidal though." She thought she saw a shadow pass over his face as he said the name, but it could have been her imagination.

She nodded, "Thanks Liam, I'll see what I can do when the time comes."

As she turned to leave he called her name. She looked back at him.

"Ryder… Wherever you're going, keep your guard up."

She folded her arms, "And why should I need to do that?"

"You look…" He swallowed, clearly unable to select a suitable adjective. From the intensity of his gaze, she could guess at his meaning, "You might attract some attention that's all."

She smiled, "I'll keep my shields up."

As Ryder made to leave the Tempest, she bumped into Cora in the cockpit.

"No need to ask where you're going dressed like that," Cora gave her a half-smile, "be careful, Ryder."

Ryder rolled her eyes, "Why does everyone keep saying that?"

Peebee wolf-whistled, leaning out of her room which was adjacent to the cockpit.

She cheerfully added, "Being careful is no fun! I expect details this time Ryder, y'know positions."

Ryder checked her gun, grinning, "You can have them, as long as you promise not to tell Kallo anything."

She had learnt from last time it was far worse to resist their teasing.

"Why you think I'd be interested, I don't know!" Kallo cried indignantly, but he whispered in an undertone as she left, "But you'll tell me won't you, Suvi?"

Ryder dusted off her jacket, "How do I look SAM?"

She ran her fingers through the curls of her ponytail, hoping it had remained presentable, the humidity made her hair as lawless as the rest of Kadara.

"Pathfinder, I'm not really equipped to make that kind of assessment."

"I know SAM, I'm teasing you."

Ryder stepped through the doors of Tartarus, pausing for a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the gloom. Similar to the rest of the port, the club appeared altogether unaltered despite Kadara's radical change in leadership. Dancers still twisted seductively behind bars and on poles, the clientele looked just as treacherous as before; krogan with battle scars longer than her arms, asari who acted superiorly but secretly revelled in the chaos, and lost, wayward angarans. As she reached the top of the stairs, a bellowing drunk turian was roughly dragged out of her way by what appeared to be a Collective agent, an asari who simply nodded at her. It felt… thrilling. Even as Pathfinder she was never afforded such deference. Despite all her exertions, all her achievements, the 3, nearly 4 outposts that would not have stood without her, the deactivated Remnant architects that spiralled above Eos and Voeld, the goodwill and alliances she had secured through meetings with angarans, the exiles, the lost krogan, Ryder was still often second-guessed by the Initiative leaders, with Tann seeking to command her as though she was some puppet after his attempts at flattery and coercion had failed. Ryder strove to carve out an existence in Helius for every being they had brought with them, without question, without pause, without… reward. It was exhilarating to be finally be given some recognition.

Then she remembered something her father had said, when she had asked him what being a Pathfinder meant and he had replied, in an uncharacteristically poetic way,

"To be the North star; the guiding light, the promise of home, the ambassador for those we left behind."

She had given him a look that was a mix of awe and surprise and he had added ruefully, "I had to come up with something to inspire others to apply for the role. Of course, I had to change the North Star to the brightest star in the sky for the other alien races, as well as some of the other wording because it didn't translate exactly into…"

"Dad, don't ruin the magic," had been her response.

Almost as soon as it had formed, the nostalgic smile dropped from her face as she was filled with shame. As she reached the doors to the backroom Reyes often occupied, she paused. She was not, as Vetra had asserted, the Queen or Baroness or anything of Kadara. She was the Pathfinder and should act as such, she had already done enough to sully the name of it. Ryder wavered for a time, unsure if she should scuttle back to the Tempest and converse via email with Reyes instead, to push down her desires, disallow herself any further trysts with the Charlatan. But even as she thought it she knew that it could not be so, knew it by the way her body ached when she thought about him, the skip of her heart whenever his name was mentioned. She could just allow herself this one wicked pleasure, this one selfish reward for her efforts, keenly aware that a Pathfinder really should need no reward at all... Or maybe she was just overthinking all of it. She sighed and typed a command in her omni-tool, collected herself, and breezed through the doors as though nothing were amiss.

As she walked in his head snapped up reflexively. When he realised it was her, he flashed her an alluring grin, subsequently pushing all thoughts, guilty or otherwise, out of her head.

"Ryder."

She smiled back at him as his eyes travelled up her body. If anyone else looked at her like that, she'd break their arm.

"Reyes." She sat down on the corner seat diagonally from him and leaned forward. "I thought you'd be in the throne room. Tartarus is a little shabby for Kadara's new leader, don't you think?"

He was sat, cocksure as always, reclining, elbow resting on the back of the seat. The only difference she noted this time was that the flightsuit he usually wore was tied at his waist, exposing the white t-shirt he wore underneath. Beneath the seam on his left arm, she could see black lines that marked the beginnings of a tattoo, but she couldn't quite work out what it was.

"Come on Ryder, you know I prefer to rule from the shadows." He took a swig from his glass, from the amber colour she surmised it was whisky. "Shall we get the business out of the way?"

He sounded impatient.

"Where's my drink first?" Ryder pouted, mockingly.

"Aren't you on the job?"

"Never stopped me before."

"I don't want to be a bad influence on you."

"Aren't you always?"

He laughed, "Ryder, I can't imagine anyone making you do anything you don't want to."

The door opened and Kian Dagher entered carrying a tray with a single glass full of dark liquid. He passed it to her, "There you go sweethear- I mean Pathfinder."

"Perfect, thank you."

She smiled at Reyes innocently and took a sip.

As Kian left, Reyes frowned at her with the pretence of being offended, "Were you just trying to gouge me for an extra drink?"

"Perhaps, and to see if it's true that you never pay your bar tabs."

He coughed and swiftly changed the subject, "Anyway... With Sloane gone there's room for the Initiative on Kadara."

Ryder nodded, suddenly formal again, "I'll start rounding up volunteers for an outpost. Might take a while… you exiles have a reputation."

"Not all of us are thieves and murderers. I am, but some of the others are perfectly nice."

She nodded, "Perfectly… Until you actually have to interact with them in any way."

Although she kept her tone light and mirrored his humour, his words only reminded her, with a twist in her gut, of their joint culpability over what had befallen Sloane.

Unexpectedly serious he continued, "Jokes aside, I want this outpost to work as much as you do. It'll have my full protection, I promise."

She thought carefully about how to respond, tongue sliding over her teeth.

"I'll hold you to that you know," Ryder looked him in the eyes, as though probing them for a genuine response.

"I know," he maintained her gaze. "I won't let you down."

Her eyes didn't leave his, "I hope not."

"If we're done with all the boring business talk, there is something I want to do," Reyes smiled mysteriously, the glimmer in his eyes provoking a familiar heat in her navel.

"You're up to something. Again," she replied flatly, as though his words hadn't had any effect on her.

Reyes tapped his omni-tool, and slow piano music began to play.

He held his hand out to her, "I neglected you on our first date. How about we fix that?"

She took it, cautiously, "Well, you did spend a good portion of it alone in a cupboard while I got drunk, so I can't feel too angry with you."

"Yes, Keema told me all about it," his eyes sparkled.

"Great…" Ryder winced.

Reyes pulled her firmly into the centre of the room, confidently sliding his arm around her waist and closing the gap between them.

Ryder looked up at him, her eyes round, full of wonder, "I didn't know you had a romantic streak."

Just when she thought she just about understood him, there was something else about him that completely and utterly floored her.

"There's a lot you don't know about me."

They turned in unison to the melodious rhythm. Fingers still intertwined, his face close to hers, he looked into her eyes with a fondness she had never anticipated.

"Since leaving the Nexus, my survival has depended on secrets." Reyes murmured, "I don't want any more of those between us Sara."

The way he gazed at her, almond coloured eyes unwavering, his arms holding her, made Ryder feel vulnerable. Liam had been right that she was falling for Reyes, and it hit her just how hard she was. Without realising she stopped dancing, staring up at him. He was an enigma, a puzzle she wasn't sure she could ever find all the pieces for, even if they were all still in the box.

"Sara?" Reyes looked concerned, his dark eyebrows creasing.

"Don't make promises you can't keep… You will always have secrets. I understand that, a man like you always will. I just don't want you to lie to me again, not like that," she said, her voice hesitant.

He looked relieved, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For accepting me."

"You're welcome."

He drew her closer, frowning when he felt her resist slightly, "What is it?"

Ryder bit her lip, "You know, well, everything about me. Everyone does, it's an occupational hazard. But I don't really know anything about you…"

Inscrutable, he thought for a moment, "I've grown used to keeping my personal affairs to myself. People will use anything as a bargaining chip on Kadara, although, for me, it was the same on Earth... Give me time to get used to it Ryder."

She nodded, the tension in her chest somewhat alleviated, "Thank you."

He leant forward and kissed her with a tenderness that made her breath catch, her arms sliding around his neck automatically. One of his hands slid beneath her shirt, his fingers stroking playfully down her back, whilst the other held her cheek. The whisky on his breath tasted sweet, beguilingly so, as was the sensation of having no armour separating them, the feeling of his warm skin against hers. Deepening the kiss, his tongue pressing needily against hers, Reyes took a few steps backwards and her feet followed immediately. He sat down, pulling her into his lap as he did so with a single grip and tug of her hand. Ryder straddled his hips, hands smoothing impatiently over his face and into his hair. Where she had felt warm before everything now felt red hot, burning at the points their bodies touched. Reyes clasped her thighs, and she eased herself forwards, leaning into his mouth eagerly. She felt a tremor run through his body in response, as a rush of air escaped his lips. Grinning against his mouth she locked eyes with him and rocked her hips forward again, this time eliciting a groan that along with the expression on his face alone could have fueled her late-night fantasies for weeks to come.

He caught hold of her face, roughly, "Ryder, if you have no intention of-"

"I have every intention," she replied, catching his meaning immediately.

He tugged at each shoulder of her jacket until it slid from her lithe frame and onto the floor, without dropping eye contact he slipped his hand up the front of her top until it rested on her breast. His fingers traced the outline of her bra as if daring at any moment to slide beneath the material. Reyes watched her face intently, like he was reluctant to miss any flicker of a reaction on her face. Ryder was very aware of the warm, throbbing sensation coursing through her, flushing her cheeks as her breath hissed through her teeth. As she kissed his bottom lip she wound her own fingers under his shirt, gasping into his mouth as his hand squeezed with just the right amount of firmness.

"You know," she pressed her forehead against his as he talked, "I have no intention of being a gentleman."

The way he enunciated each syllable sent goosebumps prickling over her skin, and she marvelled at how he could disarm her with only words. She regarded at him for a moment, the dark, ruffled hair, the look in his eager almond eyes, a look that promised so many things, that whispered of regret and danger and pleasure, a look that was as commanding over her as if he had physically grabbed her and dragged her mouth on his. Licking her lips, Ryder slowly eased herself backwards, so he could see her, before pulling off her vest and letting it crumple to the floor.

"Don't be."

In a singular motion, Reyes lifted her, mouth barely leaving hers, hands grasping her behind, before laying her down on the seat. He climbed on top of her and she was left in no doubt of his desire for her as his body ground against hers, and try as she might she could not stifle the moan that escaped her. Emboldened he murmured, "Lift up," as he hooked his hand around her back to remove her bra. As he did so she fumbled with his shirt, kissing him again, hungry for his tongue against hers. That was when a flashing light caught her eye, and it felt as though her heart had sunk through her stomach and right out of her body. Reyes felt the difference in her demeanour at once, and immediately ceased what he was doing.

His gaze, no longer clouded by desire, looked tense, "What is it?"

"It's my omni-tool, someone needs me," Ryder sighed perhaps the most heartfelt sigh of her life.

"Oh," Reyes looked relieved, "I thought… Just ignore it."

"You know that I can't," she folded her arms over her face as she felt her eyes sting with frustration at the utter trainwreck that was the timing. "Fuck!"

Sitting back, his crotch still achingly against hers, he pulled her arm from over her face, "Then answer it and tell them to call back later?"

"What if it's important?"

"What if it's not?"

"FINE. But if it is…" she tapped her omni-tool and said grumpily, "Yes?"

Very much supporting the old adage, the devil makes work for idle hands, Reyes started kissing her neck, carefully sliding down one of her bra straps as he did so.

It was Suvi, "Ryder, Gil has news about the kett transponder."

Ryder tried half-heartedly to bat Reyes away, but he merely held down her arm and began pressing his lips relentlessly against her now bare shoulder.

"Oh, well I'll be back in a couple of hours, it can wait until then surely?"

Reyes sat back, mouthing 'couple of hours' with a mocking, scandalised look on his face, before resuming his previous pursuit. He kissed lower now, she could feel the sensation, feather-soft, tickling, above her breast. Although she couldn't make any sounds of approval, she gripped his arm with her free hand, fingers digging in.

"I know you're quite… busy Ryder, but Tann has called requesting an update. He sounded impatient."

"Yeah, when doesn't he? Tann can kiss my-"

"Evfra has also been in touch-"

"Yeah, well he can kiss my other-"

"As has the Moshae."

Ryder sighed in response. Reyes had intensified his kisses, curving down the cup of her bra so he could move his lips lower, nipping at her skin and sending a shudder through her body.

"I'll be right there."

She ended the call.

"Reyes," his name burst from her lips as his tongue slid over her nipple, velvety soft. Encouraged, he repeated the motion. She clasped his shoulder, momentarily immobilised before reluctantly pushing him off.

"You can't say my name like that then leave, it's cruel," he teased, looking dangerously close to continuing his attentions.

"I have to."

He paused, "You're… serious?"

She nodded, glumly, "Please believe me when I say, I really don't want to to go."

Reyes sat up. He looked disappointed, exasperated, but not at her. Ryder reached for her vest, pulling it back on discontentedly.

Reyes watched her, his expression unfathomable again. He spoke as though a thought had suddenly occurred to him, "Do you ever get a break?"

She frowned, "Not really."

He shifted so he was sat next to her, she was conscious that his thigh was touching hers, "Will you have to leave Kadara immediately?"

Ryder thought for a moment, "Not necessarily. It depends what Gil has to tell me… Maybe tomorrow?"

His face recovered its usual mischevious facade and he grinned, "Meet me tonight, outside Kralla's."

"Reyes, I can't promise anything."

He stood up and held out his hand towards her in the same way he had earlier. She took it and he pulled her to her feet.

"What are you planning?" she asked him, suspiciously.

He appeared as though he was trying to look innocent, but innocence was not one of Reyes Vidal's virtues. It had the opposite effect, and in fact made him look more guilty of being up to something.

"Sara, you need to have some fun."

"Yes, but…"

"Don't you want to?"

"Of course I want to see you, but…"

"Sunset. Kralla's," he kissed her briskly. "Now go do your hero thing before I change my mind."