Eric didn't say he didn't want it. Because he did. He wanted it very much. "I agree." He didn't particularly like that he could be so motivated toward strange things when it came to the fairy, but he was also glad that he hadn't killed the girl. Not just because that would mean one less fairy in the world.
He caught the sweater and shoved it under the closest pillow. He didn't want to deal with it right now. Later, he might put it someplace safe. Maybe in a plastic bag to preserve it's smell. Right now, he didn't even want to look at it.
"She doesn't know." Eric shook his head. "I haven't spoken to her since we had our chat and figured out the problem with her. I haven't had a chance to tell her. I ran into the fairy first."
Baba was moving around the room, looking at his clothing. He wondered what she would find, if anything. He was pretty sure that there wasn't any visual trace of the fairy anywhere.
"Not in the way that I promised her." He smiled. "I promised her no physical harm would come to her and that I would not glamour her again. That is the promise that I will keep."
Which meant, of course, that he couldn't kill Beauty and have this mess over with. Even if he hadn't known that killing her wouldn't solve the problem, he couldn't have. But since his talk with Baba, the idea had slipped from his mind completely. Mostly.
He shook his head, still smiling. "I still have a hard time anybody is that innocent. But she is."
Eric didn't move from his spot on the bed, but he was very eager to hear what had gone on with the blue boy. "I take it that more happened than just talking." He gestured to her oversized shirt dress. "Please, do tell." It wasn't a snarky comment at all. Eric very much wanted to know what happened between the pair.