"Hey Solvei. Thanks for being there for us, we needed you."

"Happy to help. Should I be doing daily offerings, you think? I do have to sleep occasionally, but the way people react when I hand them cupcakes or truffles brings joy to my heart."

Oh look.

It's everyone's favorite person.

"Lydia, can we talk?" 

"Everyone here loves your cooking, I don't think-"

"Jackson. Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Relax, I'll get your girlfriend back to you in one piece. Lydia?"

She follows him out.

Allison watches them leave.

"So I was thinking archery isn't enough. You should learn how to fight."

"What should I be learning, exactly? That isn't covered under my preexisting Combat-Obsessed Parent education?"

"Oh, I forgot about your aunt. I'm sure I don't have anything she didn't cover. Can you subdue an opponent non-lethally, without permanent injury? Can you get within throat-slashing range if you're pinned?"

"I'm admittedly not sure about the, like, practical applications, having never been in a situation where I needed any of it."

"I never learned how to fight to disarm. It's useful, sometimes, not to kill anyone you have to fight off." 

"Yeah, I can see how it would be."

"Whatever you make and how often, people will still love you. It's a gift, be proud." 

And they must make their way through the rest of the day.  

Chemistry! History! Archery!

All of those things!

And after school, Solvei has no crisis to command her attention.

She can participate in an activity of some sort, if she wants.

Today is fencing, anime club, and debate.

Fencing it is.

"Hello again," says their instructor.

"Are you going to join us eventually? We should find you a foil."

"I'm definitely thinking seriously about it!" she says. "If you've got spare gear, I could try participating today. See how rusty I really am."

"We do have extra supplies, though they'll be in the athletics supply closet. I assume you can all behave yourselves? Follow me, and we'll find you something you can use."

She follows. Do they have Solvei-sized fencing safety gear?

They...do not, really, have that. The faculty advisor looks terribly embarrassed and promises to have something ready for next week. They return. 

Allison is getting a bit too intense with another participant.

At least fencing isn't lethal. Usually.