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Puck laughed even more. “Nah, Cal. They wouldn’t go after me. I’m all muscle. They’d go after Ben. Fae are tasty, from what I’ve heard.” Ben...
She remained by his side as they continued across the desert.
“Probably some kind of pack animal,” Ben reassured her. “Don’t worry.” “A pack animal that thinks you look delicious,” Puck said, laughing a little.
She squinted at him, the flush still very evident on her face before she looked ahead, falling silent for a moment. “You’re not funny,” she...
Ben’s nose crinkled and Puck spoke up. “Oh, Gods. We’re about to be murdered.”
She blinked, looking up at him with a sudden flush. “What?! No! That’s not what it was.” She paused before shaking her head. “Not that you’re not...
It was startling how few signs of life they encountered. Occasionally, they would pass rotting animal carcasses, but it would be difficult to tell...
“Yeah. I had good reasoning in letting you go.” She sighed, shrugging a little. “Nevermind.”
She looked a little confused, raising one eyebrow. “That’s... isn’t that what we’re debating? If I have good reasoning?”
They began to move, traipsing across the flat landscape as the sun steadily rose over the horizon. Ben would occasionally try to entertain them...
“Yes,” she replied in protest, looking up at him. “I freed you, didn’t I? My reasoning was correct then.”
He smiled back and Puck cleared his throat. “Okay. Let’s head out.”
She gasped in mock offense, slipping her arm along the small of his back easily. “It’s not pretend if it’s true, you wiener.”
He sighed a little before ruffling her hair. “Don’t worry. It probably won’t come up.”
She flushed a little, looking up at him thoughtfully and leaning her head against his side. “As always, right?”
“We don’t much want to leave you behind either, Elf,” Ben said gently. “But what alternative would you propose?”
She squinted at him playfully, nudging him with her temple. “Your eyes look like cat eyes when you get nervous and you hate everyone you meet....
“What if there is something that can be done, but it’s risky?” Puck interjected. Ben frowned, his brows furrowed. His expressions had grown so...
She looked up at him, giving him a small smile. “I trust you,” she replied simply, tilting her head. “We should get you a cat when this is all over.”
“I know you don’t,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “Again, the important part is ‘if there’s nothing to be done’.”
