While he could have just been following along with the metaphor, the implied reference to himself combined with what Meidhbhín had felt -- air, the breeze -- led her to shake her head. While not another faerie, she didn't know enough about him to understand what exactly she might be getting into. Her walls were going back up.
"Ivy can be an unexpectedly cruel plant," she said, more than a touch of bitterness in her words, aimed at herself. "Even sometimes chokin th' life out of th' rest of the garden. You should have your fun if you wish, lad. I don't mind cheerin' for you, from here."
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While he could have just been following along with the metaphor, the implied reference to himself combined with what Meidhbhín had felt -- air, the breeze -- led her to shake her head. While not another faerie, she didn't know enough about him to understand what exactly she might be getting into. Her walls were going back up.
"Ivy can be an unexpectedly cruel plant," she said, more than a touch of bitterness in her words, aimed at herself. "Even sometimes chokin th' life out of th' rest of the garden. You should have your fun if you wish, lad. I don't mind cheerin' for you, from here."