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Cal crossed her arms, remaining silent.
He still looked upset, his arms crossed. "Why?"
Cal looked upset, but didn't say anything, her brows furrowed.
"You're my friend," he said with a frown. "If I'm not yours that's okay."
She went quiet, looking hurt. She looked away, her brows furrowed.
He seemed tentative and upset. "Because.. You're my friend."
She frowned at him. "He potentially saved my life. The king was planning on caging and potentially killing me, but he helped me escape do that...
He frowned a little. "What do you mean?"
She looked nervous. "I suppose that's better.."
"I'm trying not to give you a reason to be frightened," he said tiredly. "I don't know what to do."
She whimpered, but quickly silenced herself. "If he isn't dead please.. I'm begging you to trust that he isn't our enemy."
He looked hesitant. "I'm not really sure how to help right now."
"No!" she said quickly. "He was never my enemy! The whole time I was there he treated me with kindness, protected me from those who wanted to hurt...
He looked down at her, his frown deepening. "Are you okay?"
She looked hesitant. "Aren't we draining them of resources? Their inventions?"
He came back about 10 minutes later, a small frown on his face.
She crossed her arms. "That's true."
This didn't seem to help, and the small amount of smoke slowly fizzled out.
"Why can't you just believe me?" she asked desperately.
It would slowly start to burn, but she would find it difficult.
