[ That's not what I recall, she types first but deletes the message before she sends it. Even with her feathers at their most ruffled, cruelty never lingers long in Alayne — a weakness on her part (a lack of wolf's blood) that Mr. Gold would call the pureness of her sad heart. ]
What a relief. I'd imagined you stranded like one of your beloved princesses caught in a tower.
[ At first that's the only message he gets but eventually a second follows: ]
Have you found clothes for yourself?
[ She can't imagine him sleeping in that god-awful suit of his. Even Isaac took his off eventually. ]
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What a relief.
I'd imagined you stranded like one of your beloved princesses caught in a tower.
[ At first that's the only message he gets but eventually a second follows: ]
Have you found clothes for yourself?
[ She can't imagine him sleeping in that god-awful suit of his. Even Isaac took his off eventually. ]