Here we go again.

"Rhia, wait!"
Carl ran through the London cobblestone streets as quickly as he could, sweater becoming heavy in the rain.
"Please, Rhia!"
It was useless. Even in the urban surroundings, Rhia was still an elf, and still faster and smarter than a human. Then again, there were always the little bits of luck that gave the underdog an advantage.
Rhia stumbled over a stray cat that had chosen just the right moment to run across the street. She tried to regain her footing, but wet cobblestone didn't give the best foothold, and she crashed to the ground. Carl came up beside her just as she got back to her feet and grabbed her arm tightly.
"Listen to me, Rhia.. You don't know if this is a trap or not!"
She spun around to face him, jerking her arm free of his grasp. Her eyes were bright with rage and a mother's worry. "My son may be alive! I can't just ignore a lead I've been waiting for for six years!"
"I'm not asking you to ignore it, just let me check it out before you go rushing in, guns blazing.." he said, hands lifted in front of him, as if asking her to calm down.
It seemed to work, the fire in her eyes dimming as she looked away. "You may be a great detective, Carl, but what if by the time you decide this lead is solid, Seth's already gone, or dead? I can take care of myself, trust me. Humans could never keep a hold of me for long."
"Rhia-"
But she was through discussing things. As he began again, she turned around and kept walking. Carl sighed, giving up trying to convince her.
"Be safe, lady. May God be with you on this one.."