He looked tired, tilting his head as he considered her. "I'm sorry, Calliope," he said eventually. "I promise it won't be much longer. Just be brave for a little bit longer."
She shrugged. "I don't know.. I spent most of my time by myself. I guess I miss the mundane things, like making tea and embroidering. I feel bad for leaving with hardly a notice."
He looked down at her, giving her a small smile. "Yeah. I'm okay," he told her. "I just... I don't know. I feel really badly."
He seemed very conflicted, looking down at the ground. “I know what it’s like,” he said after a moment. “I know how homesick you get.”
He nodded, staring out across the city again, his face stern and uncertain. "We both don't belong here, you know?" he said eventually, looking down at her. "No matter how hard we try to pretend."
He looked down at her in surprise, blinking a little in confusion. "You can," he said, tilting his head. "There's not much to tell."
His face fell and he paused, looking away from her evasively. “I don’t remember,” he told her honestly. “But apparently I was an orphan in the Fae community. No one knows who my parents were. I guess they couldn’t find a home for me, so they removed my wings and left me in the woods. Edgar helped me; taught me everything I know.”
His hand closed around hers and he looked up, giving a rueful smile. “I don’t remember it, Cal. Don’t feel badly.”
