She wasn't looking at him, refused to actually. Once again, his promise came too late, allowing the doubts and insecurities to overwhelm any comfort it might have provided. Her mother said she wasn't supposed to chase him, but Melody didn't know what else to do. It was all she had done for years, after all.

Frowning, she reached for her crumpled blanket and pulled it across her lap. If she wasn't meant to chase him then her next words should be a simple agreement. As though it didn't matter either way what his answer was. She tried to summon the words, too, tried to find an easy agreement to replace her frown.

She couldn't.

"Why ..." Why did you tell Arthur about the potions? Why haven't you made more of an effort this last month? Why don't I believe you? Melody's curls fell around her shoulders, effectively hiding her face from him. "Okay." She agreed again instead, unable to trust he would offer the truth with any of her asks.