“Come with me,” he said earnestly, tilting his head. “It’s the only way any of you will ever find out what I did.”
She nodded, reaching into her bag to get writing utensils and paper. She began to write. "We won't be too long, right? I can go home after?"
She gave it to him. It seemed pretty innocent. "Dear Puck, Ben, the faerie, escaped, so I went with him to find out more answers and help you solve the problem. Please don't stress. I'll be alright and I'll try my best to make you proud. I'll find my way back to your home and stay a few days longer so we have more time together. I promise everything is going to be okay. Take care, Calliope"
She considered this before nodding, changing it to that. "We're friends, so it doesn't mean anything."
She gingerly set the note down for Puck, before looking up at him and taking his hand. "What do you mean?"
He led her out of the window, helping her out with surprising gentleness. “Just that. Friends don’t look at each other the way he looks at you.”
