Katherine laughed whole-heartedly. It was funny. But it was also just the fact that Richie was being Richie. There had been so many days when he had lost that part of himself. She let the knife vanish. "No, it's not and don't let your grandfather tell you otherwise." Kat was sure her father would happily help him with an excuse, especially if he deemed it a particularly unnecessary topic, like Midgardian history. "But, you have to promise me one thing. Do not get unnecessarily involved. Don't just jump on the feeling that you have to do something. There is nothing shameful about letting others do the fighting. The most skilful among us have taken decades or centuries to get to where they are. Can you promise me that?" Her stern mother's voice was turned on now. She couldn't help it. She knew that eagerness too well. Lucy had never been anything but a competent fighter since she had known her but her sons - the thought that they would be involved in battles in a few years was terrifying. Even when they had thought It she hadn't liked it one bit.