“She’s right, you know,” the faerie said, speaking up from the floor. “Shut up,” Puck growled at him, uncharacteristically harsh. “She’s not going to talk to you.”
He sighed, looking down at the faerie before taking her hand, pulling her away. “Are you sure about this?” he asked quietly. He had dark circles under his eyes and in the moment, he looked exhausted. “You’re not... great at confrontation.”
She looked down for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "I'll do my best.. If I panic I'll just ask myself what you would do in the situation."
“Because I’m intrigued,” he replied, shrugging a little. “Here’s how this is going to work, Calliope. You’re going to answer a question, and then I will. However honest you are will reflect how honest I am. Understand?”
He considered this before gesturing to the door vaguely. “Your friend. Puck. When was the last time he slept?”
“Huh,” he murmured, thinking on this before gesturing to her. “Okay. Go ahead. I will say that if there are questions that you ask too quickly, I might not answer. But I’ll let you ask again.”
