The star just grins back at him for a moment, glittering faintly once more, before patting his hand and flopping down next to him.
She seats herself closer to the bedside table, leaning over to pull the drawer open and rummage through the slight mess of paper and permanent markers with a slight grumble and an eventual cheerfully victorious noise, something small concealed in her hand.
"Well," she drawls, purposefully lengthening the word. "It is not so much giving as it is returning. And certainly not stealing, mind you, since I consider it to be a reasonable sort of payment for -" she chews her lip thoughtfully for a moment. "- for emotional distress and magic-induced trauma. Or something of the sort."
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Date: 2007-10-13 03:05 pm (UTC)She seats herself closer to the bedside table, leaning over to pull the drawer open and rummage through the slight mess of paper and permanent markers with a slight grumble and an eventual cheerfully victorious noise, something small concealed in her hand.
"Well," she drawls, purposefully lengthening the word. "It is not so much giving as it is returning. And certainly not stealing, mind you, since I consider it to be a reasonable sort of payment for -" she chews her lip thoughtfully for a moment. "- for emotional distress and magic-induced trauma. Or something of the sort."
Shiny and innocent, Tristran. Shiny and innocent.