[ Baltus' answer gets the witch - even though in this moment, she more just seems like the girl - to laugh in a very genuine way, moving even a little closer to properly run her hands through the sweet doggy fur, not even minding how close those teeth are to her right now.
She knows Baltus won't hurt her, because Break won't hurt her. Nothing will hurt her here in her own perfect little world. And with so much safety around - what's there left to fear? Why hold back her emotions when she's in the company of the two people she trusts more than anything else in the world?
Before she can give the Omen any reply though, her attention is instead drawn towards the man when Break speaks up. One of her hand still idly runs through the creature's fur, but she's looking at Break as he speaks, seemingly paying close attention to his words.
The reminder of what they suffered in Trench - the things they won't have to suffer again, Ange reminds herself - make her laughter pull back to a faint smile instead, but it's a smile all the same as she pulls herself back up to her feet. She steps over towards Break, holding out her hand, like she's wordlessly asking him for one of his own, out of reach while they're behind his back like that.
(And sure, technically she could command him, even if he could still terribly tease her about it all the same - but Ange isn't here to use her power as a witch that way. Not with these two.) ]
You're making me smile properly right now.
[ And he doesn't even have to make her a cake!
.. though cookies would be nice. Later, when she isn't bothering him in the middle of his hat-making. ]
And if there is anything you wish to indulge in here, you can let me know. I will give you anything. [ Anything, if it's to make Break happy. It just feels nice to be able to do so much more to accomplish that than she ever could in Trench, if not just due to the reasons he himself mentioned just now. ]
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She knows Baltus won't hurt her, because Break won't hurt her. Nothing will hurt her here in her own perfect little world. And with so much safety around - what's there left to fear? Why hold back her emotions when she's in the company of the two people she trusts more than anything else in the world?
Before she can give the Omen any reply though, her attention is instead drawn towards the man when Break speaks up. One of her hand still idly runs through the creature's fur, but she's looking at Break as he speaks, seemingly paying close attention to his words.
The reminder of what they suffered in Trench - the things they won't have to suffer again, Ange reminds herself - make her laughter pull back to a faint smile instead, but it's a smile all the same as she pulls herself back up to her feet. She steps over towards Break, holding out her hand, like she's wordlessly asking him for one of his own, out of reach while they're behind his back like that.
(And sure, technically she could command him, even if he could still terribly tease her about it all the same - but Ange isn't here to use her power as a witch that way. Not with these two.) ]
You're making me smile properly right now.
[ And he doesn't even have to make her a cake!
.. though cookies would be nice. Later, when she isn't bothering him in the middle of his hat-making. ]
And if there is anything you wish to indulge in here, you can let me know. I will give you anything. [ Anything, if it's to make Break happy. It just feels nice to be able to do so much more to accomplish that than she ever could in Trench, if not just due to the reasons he himself mentioned just now. ]