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She made it back to the main room and just as he got over the counter a curious voice sounded. "Hello?"
She looked down at him gently. "..Yes. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna touch them."
The box was under the bed. It was wooden with intricate patterns carved into the top as decoration.
Cal squinted, swatting his hand away. "Stop that. I read that Fae wings are sensitive."
She made it in. As she went she would catch a glance at a young man in another room. It was open at the end, allowing fresh air for him as he bent...
She glared at him playfully, stirring at the fire to get it going again.
They were still in the back, the sound of metal hitting metal muffled.
She scoffed, crossing her arms. "How rude to underestimate my cooking skills," she teased, getting out some eggs.
He watched her, his brows furrowed slightly.
She gave him a small smile, relaxing a bit. "I think you're right. Should we make food before we go?"
His eyes narrowed and he looked up helplessly. "It is..? I can't get it.."
She groaned, leaning back on her hands. "Stop making good points. It means I'm worried for no reason."
His grip on the scythe tightened, and he glowered a bit. "Yes. Now would you stop being cryptic? Why are you asking?"
"Yeah, but he's different. I know him. I don't know the people we will meet."
His gaze sharpened, and his expression became serious. Whenever that happened it felt as if he loomed over her like death would over the bed of...
"I don't know. Maybe that I'm too soft for the Fae. Too nervous."
He frowned at her. "What happened?"
"I am actually pretty nervous, though," she said with a small frown.
He was waiting, leaning against the wall.
"Oh, he's not that stern," she said with a small laugh. "But still.."
