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"It's still scary," she said, but relaxed a little. "Should we go find Puck?"
"Either," he said, looking up at her. "Whichever you prefer."
"That doesn't seem like it should work," she said honestly, trying anyways to move forward.
He raised an eyebrow at her, kneeling down to start the fire. "What's your favorite story?"
She looked afraid. "I.. I trust you..."
"Only the ones of myself," he said slowly, frowning, shaking his head. "Ones I don't really want to tell anymore. Hopefully you have some good ones."
She hesitantly opened them, still looking afraid.
He laughed slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Tales of great valor? I don't think you'll be interested in my stories."
She was holding his tightly, her eyes squeezed shut. "I-I can't get around like this. I'll never make it!"
He gave her a small smile, but was watching her thoughtfully. "What kinds of stories?"
She looked panicked, reaching forward to grab him. "Ben!"
He nodded in slight agreement. "From what I've seen, yes. We should be okay for the night.."
She frowned, carefully trying to move to allow the wings to work.
He started toward the near outside of the tribes camp. "We shouldn't stray too far. I'm sure they'll be okay with us staying for just a night."
She seemed anxious, fluttering them. "Are you sure there wasn't any wheelchairs?'
"Or the map," he commented, looking around. It seemed the children of the community were cared for by everyone, rather than just the parents, and...
She blinked, her eyes widening. They looked almost like cicada wings, and she hesitated. "I.. I can't fly, Ben."
He nodded slightly. "I've never been here. I didn't know this place existed."
She tipped her head slightly, doing as he instructed and tapping it twice with her pinky.
She took it, holding it carefully in her hands as she inspected it. "What is this?"
