Haunted Wood I'm gonna smoke you out

much like I did for you. for a moment, she's uncomfortable. she feels vaguely like she might owe a debt to the boy, and being in debt to anyone is not something she wants. but, she supposes, it's up to her to decide which debts are truly binding, and this one, she decides, is not. after all, she chose to come with him; he only offered. 

"fathers are useless." she supplies, dimly surprised that she's taking part in this conversation. "no." she retorts flatly, refusing to talk about scylla here. her face is starting to burn again, and having had very little practise in doing so, she fails utterly to uphold her end of the conversation