He thought about it before asking, “How do you mean like? She’s my friend so yeah I like her but this was to make up for hurting her years ago.”
“Like, like-like!” Cordelia answered, not realizing how unclear that sounded to anyone but herself. “Like how that kid Jonathan who got me candy last year liked me,” she elaborated, scrunching up her nose at the memory. “Except he was really weird. And short. But I don’t think you’re weird!”
Cordelia’s expression dropped slightly at Faelen’s words. “Hurt her?” she echoed, looking almost confused. “How?”
