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She offered her hand to help him up, a frown on her face.
He pursed his lips, tilting his head. "I'm gonna kill him."
She whimpered slightly, her brows furrowing. "This is my fault. I shouldn't have cast that spell and dragged you here for a necklace."
She waited for a moment longer before crawling out, darting over to him. She looked like was about to cry. "Ferris! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"
"Well.. You know that Tutlier isn't an actual person," he said slowly. "I'm going to show them that too."
Fleur stifled a whimper, unsure what to do or how to help.
"Well," he said hesitantly, "the people need to know what's going on behind the scenes.."
She was silent, listening intently as her hands covered her mouth.
"For the next mission," he said. "I need to find out more information."
She sat up quickly, looking over at him in a panic. She slipped off the bed, going underneath and pulling her bag to with her.
"I have more planning," he said with a small frown. "You should probably sleep, or something."
(Zoop?)
He tilted his head, frowning. "I see."
She came out a moment later, getting into the bed and closing her eyes.
He frowned. "I'll try it later."
Her brows furrowed, but she nodded, going to change in the bathroom.
He frowned. "The occasion never came up."
She squinted at him. "I don't believe that it's fine."
He shook his head, continuing. "No, I'm fine with it. I wasn't expecting it. I haven't really had one."
She squinted at the now closed windows. "Okay, what is the deal? How bad of a reputation does this place have?"
