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“Of course not,” she said with a small laugh. “Elves set up the dances, generally, but no, everyone is invited.”
“Easy to be fond, I guess,” he mused, “when a person helps you out of a foreign kingdom.”
“They dance with us too,” she said, sounding confused. “There’s not a racial divide.”
He laughed, a small flush appearing on his ears. “You’re fond.”
She looked up at him curiously. “What do you mean?”
He sighed a little, looking down at her. “Because if the Magyck?” he teased.
“It is,” she said, her tone brightening. “And we make our own lanterns that we all release at the end of the night, and it’s so clean out there...
He frowned up at her, folding his hands neatly in his lap. “I wish I could help.”
She hesitated, glancing up at him uncertainly. “We... we have dances,” she said, her voice relaxing as she spoke. “Big ones. Everyone knows the...
He looked confused, going back over to the bed and sitting down. “He’s mad about that? I can stay in the cell.”
“Elf culture...?” She considered this for a moment, biting her lip thoughtfully. “I don’t know. I haven’t travelled very much. We’re very...
He blinked as he considered her. She would know him well enough to recognize the gears turning in his head as he tried to figure it out.
She seemed surprised but shook her head in thought. "Yeah, I mean... what do you want to know?"
"Rescuing me," he replied. It wasn't a question.
She blinked in surprise, looking up at him with a half-smile. "About me?"
He sighed a little, his hand falling from her face as he watched her gently. "What is he even upset about?"
She seemed happier on the trail, letting go of his arm and walking alongside him easily, occasionally skipping to keep up with his long strides.
He watched her with concern, his head tilting. His eyes were gentle, but worried, and they studied her. "Maybe you need to resolve things with...
She nodded, tucking her hair back. "For sure. Don't worry, Z."
He frowned, watching her in concern. "Do you want to talk about it?"
