She flopped back against the cushions. “I hope you know what you’re doing with it, because I certainly don’t.” Gnawing on her lip, she tried to think about what kind of motive there would be for taking away the powers of all the Fae in an area, but another thought kept sneaking in.
“Vex?” Summer fumbled around for the right words. “Why are you here?”
The Mesmer rolled his eyes at her comment, not quite caring as he told her, “‘Course.” His thoughts weren’t focused on anything at this point; he’d given himself a headache trying to figure out why people would do this, and had decided indirectly that it was best to let it go for the moment.
He blinked in surprise when she spoke, and then his eyes flickered to look at her. “You were ‘urt, so I was…” and then he realized that she had to have meant why he was here to begin with, why he’d been in the area. “I guess I just wanted to see you before work. It wasn’t important; I can leave if you ‘ad plans, love.”
“You were just coming to see me, because you wanted to?” Summer bit her lips to hide the pleased smile. “Today’s plans were just house chores anyway; I was taking the trash out earlier.” She took in a deep breath, then laughed a little, ruefully. “Mine just isn’t a very busy life, Vex. You’re more than welcome to keep me company.”