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He looked up at her, laughing a little. "Aren't you curious, though?"
She made it into the bedroom and headed straight for the bed, walking softly across the floor to look in the place where she had seen the key.
It slowly relit, and Puck looked at Ben's wings, reaching out to touch them.
She took a deep breath before slowly moving behind the counter, intending to sneak into the bedroom.
"I am well aware of your cooking skills. Or lack thereof."
She entered again, looking extremely nervous.
"That might be best," he agreed. "Our cook is asleep, though."
Her face hardened and she pulled away from him, heading for the blacksmith's door.
He laughed deeply, shaking his head. "You're letting your anxiety take over."
She sniffled, looking up at him fearfully, her brow furrowed. "Oblivion is in there. Above the counter."
"You didn't know him at first," he countered.
She looked up at him, stepping back from him a little. She seemed really distressed, pulling her cloak tighter around her. "But... that's it? It...
"You're not too soft for Ben. Even though he seems to believe you're not soft."
Her lower lip trembled and she faltered, looking over her shoulder. "Can you tell me about Oblivion...?"
"About meeting the family?"
She looked absolutely distaught, approaching him hesitantly. There might have even been tears in her eyes as she came up to him.
Puck rolled his eyes. "Ew."
She looked extremely upset and went back out to Zerras, her hands shaking.
"He's a stern person. And a Fae. You'll be fine."
She faltered, her eyes widening as she looked up at it. Her brows were furrowed and she just stared at it for a moment.
