It's said in as deeply a sarcastic manner as she can manage, but it's not actually a lie. She knows he's got her back even if she kind of hates him for it. She's not here to fight him. Not today. She is, however, here to find the thing she'll need the day she decides to.
"How long before the wizards decide to throw you in jail? Or straight-up execute you? Is your new boyfriend a wizard? Or did you dream him, too?"
It's a rapid-fire burst of questions she pretends not to care for the answers to, designed only to keep her own anxiety at bay as she stalks down the hallway looking for where her subconscious might've put the damn magic sword.
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It's said in as deeply a sarcastic manner as she can manage, but it's not actually a lie. She knows he's got her back even if she kind of hates him for it. She's not here to fight him. Not today. She is, however, here to find the thing she'll need the day she decides to.
"How long before the wizards decide to throw you in jail? Or straight-up execute you? Is your new boyfriend a wizard? Or did you dream him, too?"
It's a rapid-fire burst of questions she pretends not to care for the answers to, designed only to keep her own anxiety at bay as she stalks down the hallway looking for where her subconscious might've put the damn magic sword.