Exton

Weebit is waiting at Twillon's table when he returns from the bar. She is dressed in the green tunic and leggings, leaning against Tork's saddle. Her wings tremble, betraying her mood. Twillon holds out his hand, palm up for her. She shakes her head. He leans forward waiting for her to speak.

"I... Twillon... Do you think the Ambassador..." She pauses, head bowed.

"Come little one. We will see her together."

Weebit nods and mounts, tying herself into the saddle. Twillon hides a smile. The more she does it, the more natural it seems. Tork rises and stretches his wings. Weebit says something too high pitched for Twillon to hear, and Tork surges into the air. He wheels and heads up the stairs, Twillon close behind.

They pause before the door of Room 9. Twillon taps on the door. There is no answer at first. They can hear movement within, then a muffled who is it?

His voice is soft, pitched to be heard by the room's occupant and not down the hall.

"Ambassador, It is Lord Twillon. if it is not too late, Weebit would like to talk with you."

The door cracks open and the petite woman nods. Twillon notes the bared blade in her hand as he steps inside. He hides a smile and pretends not to notice as she lays the sword aside.

"I will leave you ladies to your discussion." As he turns to leave, Tork darts in front of him. He raises a brow at Weebit. "I take it you want me to stay?"

Inari motions for them to sit. Twillon leans back in a chair as Tork lands on his lap. Weebit slides from the saddle and balances carefully. She hesitates, small hand clutching in Tork's grassy mane. Wide eyes meet Twillon's and he helps her sit on the chair's arm. Inari says nothing, waiting patiently.

The demifae visibly steels herself and asks, "What do you know of the grafts the Court doctors want to do? They say they will hurt... that they will use butterfly wings for the grafts." She looks at Twillon, taking a deep breath. "If they use butterfly wings, will they be able to change size?" She blushes. "I could get bigger. I don't now." Tears glisten, threatening to slip down her cheeks. "It hurts too much now."

Inari kneels before Twillon, focusing on the demifae. "I do not know much about the procedures. The grafts might help you fly again."

Weebit shakes her head, muttering. "Tork is my wings..."

"I don't know if the butterfly grafts will grow." Inari touches a fingertip to her lips. "Do you want to be bigger?"

Weebit nods, a tear slipping down her cheek. Twillon strokes her back lightly with one finger. She turns and grips the finger, rubbing her cheek against his finger.

"I want to show someone exactly how much I care."