Toby wasn't even the slightest bit ruffled by the sound of lechery. She was dating the King of Cats, after all. Besides, now she was too concerned with trying to keep her nature hidden until she knew more about the other people here.
She let out a slow breath, trying to calm herself, trying to keep her magic from rising into the air. She could smell a whiff of cut grass and copper, but she knew her own magic and it often came easiest when she was angry or bleeding, and she was both right now.
She raised her hand to her lips instinctively, then dropped it quickly before she licked the drops away. As much as she hated the sight of her own blood, it gave her strength. Thanks Mom.
"Don't worry about it," she said, too brightly. "I'm fine. Just a little stressed out. I'll be better after coffee." Coffee made everything better. It wouldn't bring May and Tybalt and Quentin here, but it would let her think of a plan. "See?" she waved her healed hand, only holding the smallest streaks of blood. "It was a lot worse than it looked." She frowned at the porcelain. "Okay, maybe not for the cup." She wished her magic would let her fix things, like some other Faes did, but all she could do was work their blood. She knelt to pick up the shattered pieces, so she didn't have to look the stranger in the eyes, afraid there were still tears there.
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She let out a slow breath, trying to calm herself, trying to keep her magic from rising into the air. She could smell a whiff of cut grass and copper, but she knew her own magic and it often came easiest when she was angry or bleeding, and she was both right now.
She raised her hand to her lips instinctively, then dropped it quickly before she licked the drops away. As much as she hated the sight of her own blood, it gave her strength. Thanks Mom.
"Don't worry about it," she said, too brightly. "I'm fine. Just a little stressed out. I'll be better after coffee." Coffee made everything better. It wouldn't bring May and Tybalt and Quentin here, but it would let her think of a plan. "See?" she waved her healed hand, only holding the smallest streaks of blood. "It was a lot worse than it looked." She frowned at the porcelain. "Okay, maybe not for the cup." She wished her magic would let her fix things, like some other Faes did, but all she could do was work their blood. She knelt to pick up the shattered pieces, so she didn't have to look the stranger in the eyes, afraid there were still tears there.