Surprisingly, perhaps, her daughter's "honor" was the least of Brigid's worries. At the words "winged girls" she blanched.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head.
"Mum, it's alright," Fiona said quickly. "I had to use them, there were guards everywhere and-"
Brigid slapped her. She reeled back, eyes wide with shock. "Foolish child," her mother hissed, eyes wide and panicky. "I knew you weren't ready, I should have kept you hidden-"
Fiona gathered herself, bending to continue collecting the last few pieces of armor. "It doesn't matter now," she said sharply. "The guards saw us. I have to go, Mum." She glanced at Jack, hefting the scraps of metal she held. "What do you want me to do with these?"