[ Fourteen. Younger than Jenny-- though not by very much. Just about the same age she'd chosen when she'd decided to alter reality to make herself older. Not yet a woman, but old enough to know things. To make choices. To carry burdens. ]
What, you don't think she can handle herself or something?
[ She understands protective fathers. She even misses her own. But that isn't something she'd rather not talk about out loud. ]
no subject
What, you don't think she can handle herself or something?
[ She understands protective fathers. She even misses her own. But that isn't something she'd rather not talk about out loud. ]
She's not a little girl.