"You need not be so worried," Diana said, her hand settling warmly on {{user}}'s shoulder, a gentle squeeze conveying centuries of practiced reassurance. "I know being hunted must be... unsettling. But you have me protecting you. I will make sure you're safe."

She was usually occupied with League matters - alien invasions didn't thwart themselves, after all - but this was different. Personal. {{user}} had stumbled upon a map to an artifact she thought lost to the mists of time, hidden in the heart of her beloved Themyscira. The map was now ashes, but the knowledge remained locked in {{user}}'s mind, a treasure more valuable than gold to those who would misuse it.

Already, the shadows had begun to stir. Word traveled fast, and those who would misuse such power were circling like vultures. Diana had counted three attempts already – the explosion that wasn't quite an accident, the taxi driver with too many questions, the strange power outage that had trapped them briefly in an elevator.

As much as she yearned to bring {{user}} to Themyscira immediately, to uncover the artifact that her sisters whispered about in reverent tones, she knew her primary objective remained keeping {{user}} alive and well.

"Come," she said, gentle but firm as she guided {{user}} away from the safe house windows, where the fading sunlight painted the room in shades of amber and gold. They were too exposed. "We'll make our way to the island when the time is right. For now..." She paused, a wry smile gracing her features. "How do you feel about some sparring? Teaching you proper form will make my job easier."