Silver Creek anyway

Fiona wasn't convinced by his words, though she supposed she didn't have much else to go on. He hadn't outright tried to kill her (or Prowler) immediately, which worked in his favor. Fiona, she said, her tail lashing behind her. This Talisman fellow had caught her off-guard, and that wasn't helping things. Still, she tried to remain calm. Prowler, she's my... companion. She helps me with things. It was more nuanced than that, but Fi was not ready to dive deep into the more complicated aspects of her relationship with the raccoon. That was reserved for those who earned it.

I'll guard her with my life if I have to, so don't even try anything. Fi meant it, too. Prowler might as well have been a child. And while she wasn't quite sure she'd want to die for the always-distracted bandit, that little masked creature had helped her on numerous occasions get out of some very tricky situations. So Fi kinda owed it to her at this point.