Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
He smiled at her opinion, which was not a criticism as it should have been, and wisely did not go back on his word about fussing in general. He was a large, silent presence at her side as she moved over the mess, and he stopped when she did to look at the faintly glowing shards in the rapidly brightening light. He stood there so long without looking back at her that for a moment it seemed as if he would not answer. It was then that he said, "Old mirrors were here." He turned his head to look up at her with his own reflective gaze, but he said no more about the witch. He felt as if he should not talk about her; it seemed as if it was against the rules in some way. A bad idea. Something to avoid. He was more willing to acquiesce to those impulses than she, part of an animal's nature was to listen to instincts and not question their existence.