"Yes, his stripey ass," she repeated at his question. As he complained about his fable, she frowned, reaching up to pat his head consolingly with one hand as she looped the other arm around his shoulders, hugging him. "I'm sorry," she said, meaning it. Though she hated the Wicked Witch in many ways, her time with the psycho bitch in her head had given her at least a little perspective. The fact that so many random people now knew about her magic didn't really bother her anymore. In fact, she almost wanted people to know. She was talented, the witch had said so herself. It was only a matter of time before she became truly powerful as well. "But you only have to deal with him once a month. And I know people are talking about trying to find a way to prevent this...or at least make it less...huge."