“You'd better come in handy. Something tells me we won't have time to be saving damsels in distress."Anna's brows knit. "Damsels? You get sliced open, burned, and dashed against the rocks about a thousand times or so. Then we'll see who the damsel is.”
“Damsels? You get sliced open, burned, and dashed against rocks about a thousand times or so. Then we'll see who the damsel is.”
“This isn't a romance. You're not a damsel in distress and I'm not the handsome prince come to save you.”
“I don't damsel well. Distress, I can do. Damseling? Not so much.”
“I'd never been a good damsel in distress. I was a "hands-on" damsel.”
“I'm done being the damsel in distress. I don't need anyone to save me.”