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"Do you want to go outside?" he asked gently.
"You don't know that. I don't know when the Queen is going to summon me."
"Do you know how to cook?"
She put a hand on his chest, trying to push him away weakly. "Sam, I don't like this. I really don't like this. Stop it."
"Really? Why not?"
She looked helpless for a moment. "But I don't know when I'm going to have to go."
"You can if you want to."
She froze, seeming at a loss for words, her gaze searching his face desperately. "...my wings?"
"Do you like balls?"
"No, I should try it. I gotta practice."
He began to work, cooking some food on the stove.
She yelped in surprise, her eyes wide as fear quickly filled her gaze. "Sam, stop," she said, tugging at his hand around her throat. "You're...
"She gets excited very easily. I'm not trying to diminish your influence here."
"Yeah, just... tired. Sorry."
"We're basically brothers, Aspen. Don't worry."
The spirit grinned widely, standing up. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" Eden turned her face into Sam's neck, taking a deep breath.
"That's... wow. That's not unusual for her."
She frowned before relenting, floating up in the air. "That's... that's enough for now..."
"Of course."
He tilted his head. "Both, then. Understood."
