He reached out a hand part of the way to her in case the young woman wanted something else – that was not a Bowtruckle-filled tree – to steady herself on, but before he could ask if she was unscathed, she had brought him right back to bafflement.
It hadn’t been her. And it certainly hadn’t been him. So...
Endymion glanced around, and then up and down, and saw no one save a fox at her knees. His brow furrowed, perplexed. “What’s –” he said, breaking off momentarily to laugh at how stupid this was going to sound, but saying it anyway because he had no other theories and it was a funny thought even if it wasn’t true, “– the possibility it was him?” He peered down at the fox in half amusement, half admiration. (Just in case.)
It hadn’t been her. And it certainly hadn’t been him. So...
Endymion glanced around, and then up and down, and saw no one save a fox at her knees. His brow furrowed, perplexed. “What’s –” he said, breaking off momentarily to laugh at how stupid this was going to sound, but saying it anyway because he had no other theories and it was a funny thought even if it wasn’t true, “– the possibility it was him?” He peered down at the fox in half amusement, half admiration. (Just in case.)
