After all the hubbub of the Ark fiasco, Edie had to admit to herself that she was eager to show her worth to her chosen Alpha. Though he had seemed mildly pleased enough to hear the bit of information that she'd had regarding Nadya, it was not quite the intel she'd wished to give him. Nor was being forced to heal her something that she had been wanting to accomplish. The whole thing had gone over rather poorly, and Edie was hardly pleased by it all. If anything, her ego had taken a large hit and she was forced to realize that, perhaps, she was not nearly as invincible as she had previously hoped. Though she kept this all to herself, refusing to show any of it to Frost or her pack mates. For all they knew, she was proud of what had happened. For all they knew, that had been her plan all the long. Everyone except Frost, of course. He of the pack alone knew the full story of what had happened at the Ark and how the girl had been afterwards in her weakened state.

So when Frost had asked if she would want to help him with one of his conquests, Edie had leapt at the chance to impress him. She hadn't asked details, hadn't questioned where they were going. She'd merely taken his one â€" probably sarcastic â€" suggestion that she 'look distracting' and had donned a pair of tight skinny jeans, black boots, and a low-cut black tank top before she'd headed out the door with him. On their walk to the West side of town, Edie had started to feel rather weary about the outing. The West district was home to the Nightshade pack, and the events at the Ark had her anxious about being in their territory. After all, she'd only just fully healed from the injuries she'd gathered there. But no, this was okay, it was with Frost. Frost would protect her from whatever he was taking her to face. He was her Alpha, after all. He wouldn't willingly put her in harm, even if he did have questionable morals. Still, despite her nerves, the Were girl listened intently to his plan, though it was nothing more than the information that he needed to speak to a faerie girl.

"A faerie?" Edie questioned, her eyes rolling as she kept her pace beside him. "Faeries are useless, Frost. I can't imagine what business you'd have with them. Nothing but scampering about talking about nature. Annoying creatures." Her voice was cross as he spoke once again, fully aware now that her job was to distract the faerie roommate of the girl he needed to see. "You want me to do what now?" She paused in front of the apartment building he'd directed her to, a frown forming on her features as the full weight of what he wanted her to do seemed to settle on her. Her use to him as a distraction was one thing, the implication that she should use her feminine wiles to distract him was another. "Think of another thing," She muttered, though her anger ebbed at the affectionate gesture Frost awarded her. She watched as the man mounted the steps to the apartment building, waiting until he was at the door before she spoke again. "I'm glad you have no qualms about whoring me out as a distraction, Frost," She called out. She hardly expected a reaction and didn't receive one, the girl scowling once again as she leaned against the brick building.

She'd just begun to think that perhaps she would merely be a guard and the faerie would not return home when another body appeared on the edge of the sidewalk. For a moment, she merely stood in the shadows and observed him. Ah, yes, those annoyingly pointed ears of his marked him as a faerie, but his pompous walk of his was what seemed to exasperate the girl the most. She eyed the sword on his back. A faerie knight? That could make things certainly more difficult, of that the girl was sure. How protective of the girl that lived inside was he? Without really thinking of what her plan would be, the girl pushed herself off the wall, walking towards the man. Her movement was deliberate, her body language acting rather lost as she moved towards him. She looked towards the street as though she was trying to decide where she was before she consciously moved her body directly in front of him, sending the two of them crashing into each other in a bundle of limbs on the pavement.

"Oh!" She looked up at the faerie boy, batting her eyelashes as if she had been completely lost in her own world. "Oh, oh. I'm so sorry, you're not hurt, are you?" She raked a hand through her hair as she eyed the man. He was attractive, she supposed, and wouldn't be a terrible conquest if she had to resort to that to keep him occupied for an hour or so. "I'm so sorry. I'm trying to find..." A quick observation of the man's demeanor was enough to settle her on what exactly her plan would be. Playing the damsel in distress should be enough for the faerie knight to want to come to her rescue, wouldn't it? "Oh, I'm... There were these awful men. They chased after me. I have no idea what they wanted, but I just knew I wasn't safe. I lost them, thankfully, but I'm dreadfully turned around. You don't think you could help me find my way back downtown, could you?" She batted her eyelashes at the man once more, fully embracing the part of the poor misfortunate damsel that had lost her way.

Oh, Frost was going to so owe her for this one.