Feng's breath came out shakier than she wanted it to. Her hand still held his, and the oriental teen was forced to realize that her smaller fingers did not manage to span the width of his palm.
"Then… what about Serika…?" she asked softly. "You won't use one on her?"
Her tone was distant, almost dreamy, still half-dazed from Quinlan's earlier outburst and the gentle pressure of his hand against her cheek.
"Impossible!" Rosie suddenly declared from above, puffing her tiny chest with conviction.
Quinlan, intending to explain better than the leafy dryad had, raised one hand with palm up in front of the girl.
Rosie giggled, instantly understanding. "Hehe~!" she chimed, and outside the mansion, her great tree stirred.
The earth rumbled as thick, living branches began to shift and weave through the night air. One of them reached toward the open window of Felicity's room, where the princess was still unconscious, collapsed in her bed.
