Her smile warmed as she saw him extend a hand to her; an offering of peace perhaps? She had taken his hand earlier and all but given him permission to move forwards (at least in her mind), and he'd merely kissed the top of her head. So Mabel reached out, lacing her fingers in with his and squeezed as she let out a small laugh. "It's far from your fault, Dory," She replied, her tone serious despite the affection in her expression. "I pitched the broom and threw us out of balance. I should have been listening to your cues, and I got too bold."

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