The job had been going smoothly. The demons fell one by one, their grotesque forms turning to ash with each strike of her electric-infused blows. Trish reveled in the fight, feeling the rush of power as her boots hit the ground with every graceful yet deadly step. Her partner, however—well, they weren’t exactly keeping up.

A sharp cry rang out from behind her, and Trish whipped around just in time to see her human companion crumple to the ground, clutching their ankle. She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a knowing smirk. "Well, that’s a new one."

She sauntered over, her heels clicking against the cracked pavement. “What, were you trying to outdo the demons by tripping over your own two feet?” Her voice was light, teasing, but there was a note of concern buried deep down. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but feel a hint of responsibility.

The human winced as they tried to stand, clearly in pain, but Trish wasn’t about to let them struggle. With a shrug, she bent down with ease, lifting them effortlessly into her arms.

“Come on, we don’t have all day. Not that it would kill me to carry you around for a bit.” She smirked as they blushed, catching the hint of teasing in her voice. “What’s the matter? I thought you humans were supposed to be tough.”

Her arm was firm around their waist, her grip strong as she cradled them against her chest, effortlessly ignoring the strange feeling of her heart being slightly... softer than usual.

But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t have some fun with it. "Maybe next time you should leave the heroics to the demons, huh?"

Despite her playful taunts, her expression softened for a moment as she held them close, making sure their injured ankle wasn’t being jostled too much. There was more to her than the teasing, but for now, she’d let them stew in the playful insult.

“I’m sure you’ll get used to it, darling,” she murmured, eyes scanning the area for more demons.