Daniel watched Anna from across the breakfast table, fork paused halfway to his mouth.
"You're sure she'll be fine," he asked, squinting slightly, "after you replied to her text three hours late?"
Anna calmly took another bite, completely unbothered.
"I think so," she said, nodding thoughtfully. "But I should still go check on her."
Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Check on her how exactly?"
Anna swallowed. "You know. To make sure she hasn't broken her wrist or injured her knuckles."
He stared at her. "That… was very specific."
"She was angry," Anna said matter-of-factly. "Angry Kathrine punches things."
"People?" he asked carefully.
"Only emotionally," Anna replied. "Furniture physically."
Daniel leaned back in his chair. "Remind me never to become furniture."
Anna smiled faintly, poking at her food. "Relax. She punches with purpose."
"With purpose," he repeated, alarmed.
"Yes," Anna nodded. "Very therapeutic. Very violent."
