Who: Harry Dresden (DW) & Briseis What: Trying to help a friend out. When: After Bri's network Where: Walking around, and then the bakery. Warnings | Status: Mentions of murder/death | Complete
Harry was an idiot with women. That was it, plain and simple. It was archaic, backward and whatever other description people wanted to give it today. But the fact was, Harry Dresden couldn't stand seeing a woman hurt. He couldn't stand seeing anyone hurt, but with women it just really pissed him off. So when Briseis accepted his offer for company he basically went straightway to her side to be there. There you go, chivalrous Harry running in to save the day and rescue the damsel in distress. But it was Briseis, and she was a friend, and she was hurting for whatever reason and he could never let her be alone for that.
It took him fifteen minutes to lope along to the bakery, his stride long and swift and hampered only by the brush of the leather duster against his legs. He bore his staff, his blasting rod, and a number of other awesome wizard things in the pockets of his coat. He wouldn't go anywhere on this island unprepared for a fight. There was too much variation, too much magical energy and too much tension to let him be comfortable. Ever.
But he got to the meeting destination with Briseis and they had taken a walk, mostly in silence, or talking about whatever Briseis wanted to talk about. He might be a White Knight, but he was also smart enough to know that sometimes things he said wouldn't be enough, and that the truth and realizations and strength had to come from within the other person.