His attempts at protest are perhaps a little more adorable than he means them to be. She’d been there, after all. “There’s bound to be somewhere here that would allow you to practice, if you so chose. If you wanted.” There’s... a lot, here. All well beyond the likes they’d seen in Rome. Or at home. A place for practicing with firearms would not be unreasonable to find.

“It’s possible that there is no reason. Not like there was in Rome.” They had agreed to that, even though it had been an agreement made while dreaming. They had still agreed.”Perhaps it’s just happenstance. Or a mistake. Or for some reason the Romans’ gods thought that we were needed here.” She frowns. “Or something about the City interfered with them sending us home.”

And she’s not certain how she feels about that possibility. “Left to fend for ourselves once more.” That’s.... more familiar than she likes. Rome had been the first time she’d had...people there to watch her back. Friends. That were truly hers, and not merely associating with her because of her brother. People that she trusted. It had spoiled her. But it’s not the same as before, as Whitestone. Not quite. She’s a different person, now. And there is a friend here, with her. There’s James.

His hand is warm on hers and she is far more aware of it, of him, that she by all rights should be.