She looked pained, and he didn’t like that. What had hurt her? He wanted to reach out, to soothe her. He sketched a rune in the air - kenaz, for fire - and he plucked a torch from nothing. Was she unnerved by the shadows? Many mortals were, and the shadows of his realm were deeper than any mortal knew - or survived. He held the torch out to her, but she flinched back, and there was that pain again.
If she was going to be stubborn, he would have to offer incentive to cooperate. “You wanted to go to the maze, then?”
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