I close my eyes, am I about to tell Baz what happened? I haven't even told the Mage yet. I should tell the Mage first. But Baz is here. Baz is being kind. Baz is staring at me. I open my eyes expecting Baz face to be filled with confusion or frustration. But instead it's more analytical, like he's assessing me somehow. I follow his eyes and realise he's looking at my hands, they're covered in blood and dirt. His eyes move up my arm, falling to rest on the cut I got dodging a pixies nail. I'm still not sure what pixies were doing there, or why their nails are so damn sharp. Baz looks deep in thought, his eyebrows slightly brought together, his mouth twisted into a slight frown in front of me. His eyes move away from my arm, coming back up to my face. He leans back ever so slightly when his eyes meet mine, like he wasn't quite ready for me to look at him.
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