Shady

“Wow…” she needed to sit with that one for a moment. How? Didn’t he know what Michael was like? Didn’t he… realize how badly Michael could hurt people?

She nodded, glad that he seemed sure of himself. Typical white man. “… you’re not scared of him at all, are you?” How odd.

She didn’t like that she could feel his hand; but at least it made her sure that physical contact was possible. She took a deep breath and nodded, forcing a ...

She whimpered again. That was even worse. She’d never live with herself if this man died — yet again — on her behalf. Not to mention that’d leave her wide ...

That didn’t inspire confidence. But, then, maybe that was good. Maybe that meant he had the resolve to kick Michael’s ass, if it came to that… when it came to ...

She forced a little smile and dipped her head. “I really appreciate that.” She was still going to worry, though. About what might happen if Michael manifested and Narfi wasn’t ...

“…okay.” Ky nodded. This felt hopeless. She let out a little sigh.

“…would it heal?” she asked hesitantly. “I don’t understand, I’m sorry.”

“…I see.” Vaguely. “… so it’s going to hurt, but I’m not actually in danger? Could he leave bruises? Or… marks? Like… if he did get to me, would it ...

“…no,” she admitted. “What?”

She let out a shaky breath. “… and he can touch me? Hurt me?” She clarified. “I don’t think I fully understand my role here.”

She let out a fearful squeak at the soul comment. What did that even mean ? “I’m not important… I’m just an easy means of getting to his brothers.”

“Very much worries,” she argued, chest tight with fear. “Will he try to kill me if you’re not here? Can he?”

“Oh my gods.” That was so, so much worse. “Did he? Do you know if he did? Septimus said he has a sword — can he use that, too?”

“…yeah I guess that is kind of the point of locks, universally.”