sage, smiling flirtily: did it hurt
recluse: (oh my witches its a cheesy ass pickup line. ugh okay i have to play along i cant say no to that face) did what hurt
sage, with the same flirty expression: when you fell and your soul-jam no longer spoke to you and you lost all contact with your dearest friends and you bound your wings to your back so you could never fly again and you isolated yourself forever atop the loneliest place in all of earthbread, vowing never to make contact with anycookie for the rest of your immortal life
recluse: ...















