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“Yeah,” he replied sharply. “Yeah, that’s what it is. I’m upset. You know, Calliope, I hope for your sake that I’m not right. But when he breaks...
Her head jerked up and she stood, coming over and trying to take the bag from him. “We can’t use two cans.”
“Yeah? What did you expect, Calliope?” he asked, standing up. “Did you expect me to rejoice? No, you felt guilty, and you wanted me to alleviate...
She cast a hesitant glance in his direction, but didn’t go back to the cans, managing to open the fish one and setting it in the flames.
“I know enough,” he replied sharply. “I know that the fairies didn’t even want him, and the humans imprisoned him. I know that he took you from...
She eventually pulled out a fish can and went over to the fire, beginning to try to figure out how to cook it.
Her whole face fell and she watched him for a moment before sighing and rooting through the cans.
“But you’re willing to give it up for some... some traitor who doesn’t even belong here.” He laughed sharply, shaking his head. “He didn’t even...
She looked over at him. “You should eat, though,” she said, frowning. “You haven’t eaten in a while.”
He stiffened a little, looking away bitterly. “...you came here to tell me that?”
She looked quite nervous, looking down at her hand. “But... what if we run out? It’s a long journey... I can wait for one more night.
He squinted, frowning at her uncertainly. “Okay...?”
She looked very uncertain, frowning at him. “It’ll be a waste if I eat tonight,” she tried. “I’ll need it more tomorrow morning.”
He looked over at her, frowning. “What about?”
She laughed a little, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not a stranger to being hungry. I can wait, Z. I can wait until I really need it.”
He looked over at her, frowning uncertainly. “Why?”
She glanced over, frowning. “I don’t need to eat,” she said hesitantly. “We should be rationing...”
He looked up, seeming surprised. “Hey. What are you doing here?”
She sniffled again, but visibly brightened as he made an effort to touch her. “It’s okay; I’m just an airhead.”
She would finally find Puck on the library balcony, leaning against the railing.
