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She frowned, looking around uncertainly. “When you get it back, will you be able to do magic again?”
The Queen was in the War Room, leaning over the table. She glanced up when Calliope arrived, straightening up. “Ah. Hello, Calliope.”
She gave him a small smile, resting her temple on his shoulder before looking straight ahead again. “That’s more than I expected.”
She was summoned by the Queen about two hours later.
She shrugged a little, looking up at him. “You’re nice to me.”
(Zoop?)
She looked up at him before looking down at their hands, almost touching, and she considered them, her sweet face soft as she thought. Her fingers...
He skulked down the hallway, leaving her behind, his shoulders hunched.
“Did you never meet your mother?” she asked gently, looking up at him.
He pulled his arm back and she would be able to catch his expression. Hurt and sadness and anger and... heartbreak. “Leave me alone,” he snapped...
She looked up at him, frowning a little as her fingers brushed his palm. “I thought you liked your father.”
He looked a little hurt, folding his arms. “I’ve been your knight,” he replied sharply. “Now some traitor comes along and you don’t need me...
She looked up at him. “What about your mother, Z?”
“I’m not belittling you,” he said flatly. “I’m just being honest.”
She blinked before clarity swept over her features. “Oh... Oh!” She tilted her head before taking his arm, the action feeling natural. “Okay then.”
“Do you want that?” he asked incredulously. “To be thrown into battle like that? That’s not you. That’s not my Cal.”
She seemed very confused. “I... I’m sorry, Zerras. I’m just trying to do what you want. Do you want me to be near you or not? I’ll do what you...
He squinted, reaching over and cupping her jaw. “Being able to summon a claw is one thing, Cal, in times like this where it’s just you and me and...
She looked up at him in surprise, tilting her head curiously. “What do you mean?”
He glanced down at it, frowning as he looked back at her.
