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She looked up at him, raising one eyebrow. “We gotta dance at some point,” she told him. “I think you’d like it.”
The halls were empty.
She seemed delighted by this. “We’ll work on it.”
She nodded again, returning to her work. “Yes. Thank you for meeting with me.”
She gave him a smile, raising an eyebrow. “What?!”
She nodded, her face drawn. “Of course.”
She giggled, looking up at him. “I think you could be elegant.”
She watched her with a slight nod. “And even then, he would be taken into custody here and interrogated.”
“You could be a dancer,” she mused, glancing up at him.
She sighed a little, crossing her arms. “We will keep an eye out for the head chef,” she allowed. “But the faerie is another story, Calliope. I’m...
She shrugged a little, laughing at herself. “Nothing... I can’t ask you to do anything. You’ve only known me for three days.”
She tilted her head before speaking, her tone gentle. “Calliope, in times of trauma, our memories can fail us...”
Her face fell and she looked down at the ground for a moment. “I’d miss you.”
“No, of course not,” she said. “But he will be taken into custody.”
“Why not?” she pleaded, looking up at him. “I don’t want you to go.”
“Because Puck made some points and I think they were good ones, Calliope. If he is innocent like you believe, then I guarantee you that he is...
Her face fell a little and she looked towards the ground. “I’d miss you.”
She sighed a little and was silent for a moment. “We have changed the bounty on the faerie’s head back to one that is kill on sight.”
“That’ll be nice, right?” she asked, even though inwardly she was trying to hide her panic. “What will you do once you can do magic again?”
She seemed uncertain, but sighed, clasping her hands. “This isn’t going to be a pleasant conversation. I’ve been speaking to Puck...”
