The Mad King's Mate
How can she be making jokes at this moment?
“Too late,” Pip whispers. “Told you the West would be bad for me.” She wiggles her leg a bit.
“You’re lucky I'm starting like you, little sprite. Hold still or I’ll paste your mouth shut too.” Wren shakes her head. “Stubborn little menace.” She mutters
Pip manages a faint smirk. “You both love me.”
“Keep talking like that and I’ll throw you in a jar,” Wren huffs, though her voice softens again as she adjusts the wings, careful not to tear them.