[ she nods stiffly, sucking her lower lip into her mouth in deep consideration. finally, she nods again. ]

All right, okay. I’ll go get it for you but… [ a butterfly emerges from a fold in her clothes, an impossibly small thing with wings shadowed and blue. ] Tweedia will look after you. They’re my omen.

[ she reaches a finger up to her fluttering omen ] If he goes anywhere, follow him. [ and then her gaze returns to him ] Hold on. I’ll go as quickly as I can.

Do whatever you have to to distract yourself.