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She was quiet for a moment, considering the horizon. “Can you tell me about your life?” she asked, looking up at him. “You’re quite a bit older...
“This is a private interrogation,” he replied sharply. “You will not be allowed to be here.”
She laughed a little, shaking her head. “I never thought I’d say this, but you’re worrying about me too much, Z. Don’t worry.”
He watched her for a moment before they would hear someone clearing their throat outside the door. Puck stood there, his expression stormy....
She blinked in surprise, tipping her head back to look at him. “Why are you sorry? It’s not your fault.”
He was watching her, but he shook his head with a smile. “Don’t worry. It’s okay.”
She took his arm, resting her temple against his shoulder.
The cell had an effect on her, and she was unable to summon the orb.
She shook her head instantly, looking uncomfortable at the thought of going back into town again. “No, let’s just go.”
“I’m actually secretly grateful,” he confided, sitting back down next to her. “What about light? Can you make a light?”
She frowned, looking up at him. “Where would I even get a coat?”
His expression softened a little and he sighed, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Okay. Never mind.”
“It’s also cold on the farm during winter,” she told him matter of factly. “And my cloak manages just fine.”
He laughed a little, shaking his head. “No, I’m not. Not really.”
She pulled her cloak tighter around herself, squinting at him stubbornly.
Her head snapped up and she frowned. “What? No. I earned money when I made that last delivery. If I wanted a coat, I could buy one.”
“Why not?” he asked, getting to his feet. “Be brave.”
She frowned at the ground, her ears drooping uncertainly. “...no.”
He paused before giving her a small smile. “Hit me.”
She hesitated, looking towards the ground. “There’s a lot of things,” she said uncertainly. “And I have my cloak. That’s all I need.”
