The Assassin's Tale; Pastrami with a Paladin

Credits; Krell, Rea, Petra,

Rea fell asleep just as she stopped crying.  Krell decided that it would be a very good time to go and find out exactly what happened before she woke up.  The last thing Rea would want was for him to go and get defensive of her.  Or be nosy, or whatever it was that she thought he was being any time he tried to help. 
Petra was downstairs discussing sandwich construction with Nao, who had long since finished his and now seemed interested in sating a rather different appettite.  It seemed unlikely that someone as old as Petra was unaware of this though, so he had no real concern.  His concern was finding out why his childhood hero and his..whatever Rea was, had been fighting. 
"Petra, we need to talk."
"Don't interrupt, I'm extolling the virtues of the Reuben."
"How can you just sit here and talk about food after you nearly killed someone?"
Petra turned towards him.  Nao became statuesque in an instant.  Krell found himself wondering if Petra could move as fast as Rea could, she must have to use a touch based spell like that without his noticing. 
"The Elf will be fine, I've just tricked his mind into thinking it doesn't exist.  Should buy us a few hours while it does the math.  Now, you wanted to talk about how I can break every bone in your girlfriend's body, rupture every capillary in her skin, and then just sit down and talk about sandwiches with a single-minded elf.  It's quite simple; Fighting makes me hungry."
"You Beat Her Up, and you're just shruging it off like it was nothing?"
"I'm hungry again."  Petra stood up and opened the refrigerator, which he noticed sported a clearly labeled self-destruct button. 
"How could you do this?"
"Uhm..I punch harder, faster, and more than she did.  It's not like I started the fight; she just flew off the handle.  You saw it.  Does this bread look moldy to you?"  She held up a slice of bread.  It didn't look moldy at all, but he wasn't interested in discussing bread.  Besides, it was clearly a Cystech refrigerator; mold was the last thing he'd have been worried about. 
"Not like it matters anyways, blood needs to eat too y'know."
"You're supposed to be the premier force of good in the Universe."
That got her to stop.  She sighed and set down the bread and closed the door. 
"I think you know better than that Father.  I'm the third most good thing in the universe at best.  It's just that the number one thing is so inconcievably good most people forget he exists.  The second one is my mother, may she properly die and get the rest she deserves."
"Right, well other than GOD."
"I hear that alot.  You've spent to much time studying Father, go live a little and get back to me about my being a force for good."
"You didn't have to beat her that badly."
"TS wasn't in the mood to talk.  I take it she still isn't."
"You keep calling her that.  You act like you know her so well, but she's older than you.  And Arcania says she travels alone."
"Other than you, doesn't that ever bother you?"
"I haven't had much of a chance to ask about it, we've been running around the whole time we've known each other.  Half the time we aren't fighting she's crying or sleeping."
Petra sat down in a rather comfortable looking chair.  She folded her hands and leaned back into it as a cat with tortise shell patterned fur jumped into her lap and sat in a pose that seemed to match hers perfectly.  He glanced around and noticed that the entire room had transformed into something resembling a therapist's office. 
"For the record, it is taking me more effort to not ask you how your relationship with your mother is than it did to beat your girlfriend."
"She's not my girlfriend."
"Then what is she?"
"Just a partner.  She helped me, and she's said that there's something she needs me to help her with."
"We'll come back to that last part.  Have you asked her what she thinks of you as?"
"Well, no, we've been..."
"Busy" Petra interrupted, "Yes, you've mentioned that.  Maybe the two of you should take some time to sit down and talk about it.  She should be awake in, say, five hours.  The sheer number of fractures and cumulative blood loss should keep her immobile for most of tomorrow, you should take advantage of that."
"Fractures you caused."
"You keep coming back to that.  Tell me, is it TS's age that makes you want to defend her?"
"What?  No!  It's just, she needs help sometimes.  She's just too proud to admit it.  She just throws herself headlong at things without thinking about the risks."
"So you think she's headstrong, so you want to try and offer a more rational mind by confronting me about fighting her?"
"What?"
Petra shook her head and pointed a finger at him.  "You two are perfect for each other.  You don't even know it, but the only difference is weapons preference."
"Why do you keep talking like we're dating or something?"
"Talk to TS, she should be more willing to tell you the truth now.  And when you're done, tell her that she reached the end of the book and its time to start writing one of her own."  she stood up and the room, cat and all, dissapeared around her. 
"Why can't you tell her?  Why won't you answer my question!"
"I have classes to teach, demons to slay, and Delis to patronize.  The two of you have eternity to figure each other.  I think I may only have until Wedensday."
There was no pop to indicate her departure.  Petra simply departed, leaving pain, unanswered questions, and an unused piece of bread behind. 
"Hey!  Where'd she go?"
"Don't know, don't think I even care anymore.  As far as I'm concerned she can stay there."
"Damn shame, I think she was starting to warm up to me too."
Krell left Nao to his sandwich and fantasy.  He headed back up the stairs.  If he wanted any answers at this point, it looked like he'd have to wait for Rea to wake up.