"Sorry, sorry," he says quickly, not needing her to worry about him on top of everything else. "I'll give it a lot of thought, I promise."

He wouldn't have any intention of carrying it around, of course. Just.. it would be good to know how to use it just in case he needed it, right? For sure, he didn't want to learn how to use a gun. But.. maybe hand-to-hand? He'd have to figure out what style to go for, and there seemed to be so many..

Elliott had never thought himself much of a fighter, but neither did he appreciate the feeling of potentially being under threat and unable to fight. Or that his friends were scared and he might not be able to protect them.

He rubs his forehead. "Anyway, um, did you want any more pancakes, or that tea..?"