Literature
throw every last care away
Somehow they come out of an encounter with a harpy- an actual, literal harpy, not just another woman like Conrad's sire- with nothing more than a few scrapes and bruises on Hanna's part and the need for a few new stitches on his.
There is collateral damage, though. "Oh," Hanna says, staring in dismay at the triple row of gashes on the cuff of his jacket. Those had come from putting an arm up to shove the harpy away from Hanna, so he's just fine with having his clothes (not important; easily fixed or replaced) torn up, rather than Hanna (very important; not easily fixed; impossible to replace).
He pokes at the gashes, a little amazed his arm