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Willow nods slowly. [color=7EA6D7]“Okay, good.”[/color] She mumbles, resting her head on Rowan’s arm as he plays with her hair. Letting her eyes close, she zones out as he talks to the Beowulfs. Xavier and Aethel both nodded to Rowan’s instructions, thanking him as Aethel took his handkerchief and slips it into his pocket.  

When Rowan rips a piece of her outfit off, Willow lifts her head in confusion until he presses it to the cut on her neck. She blushes a little at being caught trying to hide it. Nodding slowly again, her gaze drifts to the front seats where the agents are seated. [color=7EA6D7]“You’ll be with me?”[/color] She asks softly.