"Oh, yes, an obsessive-compulsive, pie-loving guidance counselor makes for a wonderful knight." Arla took another drink and circled the room again. She was feeling better, just from talking to another human being. Feeling better, looking a little better. She wasn't so entranced in her own thoughts.
She circled back around to him and leaned against the desk. "I don't need you to save me," she said quietly.