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“Intent is important, Calliope,” he replied, focusing on his task. “You were only trying to help.”
She followed him, pulling her cloak over her shoulders. “Uh huh. In a box.”
“Why are you angry with yourself?” he asked, his gaze flickering up to her.
“Blacksmith?”
He was quiet for a moment before he spoke. “Why are you so angry?”
She finished hers as well and was laughing. “You do! I’m your type!”
Ben frowned before joining her. “Here, let me.”
“I’m your type,” she replied. “You have a crush on me!”
Ben’s frown deepened and he spoke up. “It wasn’t my town.”
“Because now you’re madly in love with me and attracted to me,” she replied playfully, laughing a little. “And you’re blushing at my compliments!”
“So... Cal says you remember the death of your town?” Puck asked, tilting his head.
She groaned, rubbing her temple, “Well, that changes everything,”
“You must’ve flown before they were taken, right?” Puck pushed. Ben’s face fell and he nodded slightly. “A little.”
She frowned, looking away again, her brow furrowed as she tried to think about that. “I don’t know if I get that.”
Puck looked over at Ben. “So! Can you fly on those things?” Ben looked up, frowning. “I don’t know. I haven’t tried.”
She looked up at him uncertainly, her hands dropping to her sides. After a moment, her gaze fell too and she frowned. “But... I mean, that’s just...
Puck and Ben followed her, with them both going to set up their spots.
She laughed a little, looking up at him. “I think that when you consider the people you’ve been with, and then you compare them to me, I don’t...
Puck also nodded. “Yeah. Let’s set up camp.”
She looked up at him in surprise, her brow furrowing. “You didn’t do anything, Z. You were just being nice.”
