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She looked to Lark, her expression kind. "Thank you, Lark. It does mean a lot to me." She looked down at Rowan. "She's trying to help you. It's...
"Poppy. I'm not joking."
Tez ran her hand through his hair. "He wouldn't let me leave. He said he didn't trust me." She paused before looking down at him. "You're...
He followed. "I'm serious."
She took his free hand with a sigh. "Well.. I don't know. He was just mean."
He sighed. "Poppy, please."
She sighed, squinting at him. "He's rude."
He squinted at her. "Stop it, Poppy."
She sighed, nodding slowly. "Thank you."
"No that's not what I'm saying at all."
Tez tried to help him again, her brows furrowed. "I didn't want to promise. He was mad at me and said he wouldn't let me leave."
He crossed his arms. "How on Earth did you even get that idea?"
She was quiet for a moment, considering him. "Laaark! Rowan thinks he's dying!"
He squinted at her, raising an eyebrow. "Yes. Dramatic."
This seemed to make her mad, and she glared accusingly at him. "Shut up, Rowan. You're not going to die."
He rolled his eyes playfully. "I think you're being dramatic."
Tez moved quickly, supporting him gently. She still seemed upset, not meeting his gaze. "You can't stay here, Rowan. I'm going to help you back...
He shook his head, squeezing her hand gently as he sighed. "I promise it's not."
She huffed, shaking her head. "I promise I won't go. I promise."
He sighed, crossing his arms. "It's true, though."
