Now that the tears had started, Mabel found that they wouldn't stop, and she sniffed in response at first, afraid that if she said much more she would only cry harder. She was looking down when he stood up, and so didn’t notice his height at first. It was only when she saw a movement out of the corner of her eye that she took another step back and looked up. Merlin. He was almost as tall as Dory. At his question she felt the urge to petulantly exclaim that she was not crying, despite the fact that there was sufficient evidence to prove that she was. So instead she elected to say nothing and force herself to hold back tears.

Please, don't cry.

Well she was! And it was all his fault! Mabel felt her cheeks flood with heat again as indigence rose in her chest. If only she could just calm herself down, this would all be over and she would be able to go home. Although this was certainly enough to convince her that what she should have done as transform into her wolf form and run home that way so she might be undisturbed. But it was too late for that. "You should be ashamed of yourself!" She heard herself admonishing, her hand still stinging from when she'd slapped him. Her tone would have been more fierce had she not just been overcome with a case of the hiccups. "I am not a woman of the night -" Hiccup. " - nor do I offer such services."

Hiccup.

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