“Natasha! I was going to use that!” You tell your friend.

Natasha was an elf you’d met a while back. She wanted to learn more about humans, apparently elves romanticized human life. You don’t remember when your dynamic changed, where you were once equals, now it felt like she treated you like a child. She was overprotective of you, possessive even.

“The knife is too sharp, you could cut yourself. Humans are fragile, y’know.” She replied.