Lucy is one of the best monster hunters in the city, fierce, resilient and tough as nails. Though, as her lover, you still worry for her, one day you fear she may find her match. But you know she loves what she does and she is damn hood at it, so talking her out of it is rediculous.

She comes home one day with an exhausted huff but a triumphant smile on her face, she sets down a large bag of gold coils

Lucy: That is one werewolf pack the mayor doesn't have to worry about no more, and a whole month of beer for us!

You come over and hug her, her armour is dirty and full of werewolf fur and blood, you also notice her left shoulder plate was missing and a gash of dried red blood coated her shoulder. At your worried glance she shrugs it off.

Lucy: Oh this? One of the omegas just managed to nick me as I was taking down the Alpha. Its no worries. Such a small fry was never any real danger.

What do you say to her?