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She nodded slowly, keeping him close. "Probably."
She rolled her eyes at the mouse. "It was alright, Dali. Thank you for asking."
She brightened, a small smile crossing her lips. "Of course. It's not too fancy, luckily. I wont even be dressed up that much."
"To be honest, yes."
Some of them seemed to be practicing. One could summon a small flame, or another could levitate. Some didn't have a physical appearance.
"You didn't," she said gently, running her fingers through his hair. "The situation wasn't very favorable."
"No. I'm not allowed."
She tilted her head. "Not late. Starts at seven."
"But.. Sticky... And I'll look silly."
He went to the woman, speaking quietly.
She held him close, kissing the top of his head. "I'm so glad you're okay."
"Probably not that."
She looked back curiously, saying nothing.
"Syrup is sticky.."
He stepped forward, heading. "Wait here. I will speak with her."
She paused, watching him gently before sitting beside him. "It's alright. I promise."
"No way."
She leaned into his touch, sighing.
"Why does it have to be syrup?"
He laughed slightly, smooth and amused. "Hopefully you figure it out here. That is the instructor, Em. I think they are practicing their powers."
