I could have gone into detail about the non-verbal parts of what happened next. I could have, but I won’t because we don’t have that much time, and we’d surprisingly made the most of it when we had the chance. It was a different outfit that I’d been poured into then the one I had started in. That was ruined and no amount of magic was going to get the dirt, blood, tears and glittering dust. Wasn’t that strange now, that I had wings and they coated themselves in protective glitter? Somehow, I was able to accept it as something normal. There was no shock. Ivy had… she’d gotten me somewhere safe, and taken care of me. She made sure I knew what I had to do so I could take care of myself, something that was more important, and though I know she didn’t think anything of it… it still meant a lot t
