summoned

[mute_pen]

Etty is awoken not by her transformation, but by her summons, a few minutes after dark. In her sleep, she drifted to shore; she's lying in human form - arm intact - half in and half out of the water when she feels it.

It's very insistent.

She cannot bring herself to move. She tries - she does; intellectually she knows it's the smart thing to do - but - she can't. Cannot get up and go to him.

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[mute_pen]

Etty trips her way towards Nona to accept hugs.

[growcrooked]

Nona hugs her!

The curse approves.

[mute_pen]

"Mmm," sighs Etty, leaning on her.

[growcrooked]

Nona hugs her lots.

[mute_pen]

Good. Etty can stop putting weight on her hurt foot, then.

[growcrooked]

Instead, snuggles!

[mute_pen]

Yes. Etty approves of that.

[growcrooked]

So does Nona. So does the curse.

[mute_pen]

"The curse really likes it when we snuggle," murmurs Etty.

[growcrooked]

"I really like it too," says Nona. "That's probably why."

[mute_pen]

"That is probably why," agrees Etty. "I doubt the fact that I like it enters into it much."

[growcrooked]

"It does, though," says Nona. "I wouldn't if you didn't."

[mute_pen]

"What if I was very good at pretending?" asks Etty. "I'm not, but."

[growcrooked]

"...don't," says Nona. "Don't pretend you like stuff for me. Okay? Don't."

[mute_pen]

"I'm not even good at it. You'd be able to tell."

[growcrooked]

"Still don't," she says, "I don't want to have to guess."

[mute_pen]

"Okay."

[growcrooked]

"Okay."

Nona hugs her.

[mute_pen]

"Are you crying?" It's hard to tell in the moonlight.

[growcrooked]

"Yeah, a little."

[mute_pen]

"Why?" Etty murmurs.

[growcrooked]

"I really don't want to be doing something you don't like and not know about it."

[mute_pen]

"Well - like compared to what - if I were going to do that it would be because I'm desperate," murmurs Etty. "I - I think I like almost anything you could do better than staying here."

[growcrooked]

"Well, yeah," says Nona, "I like lots of things better than the Baron that I don't actually like at all. But - but don't," she says helplessly.

[mute_pen]

Etty nibbles her lip, flexes her hurt foot, puts it somewhere more comfortable. "If you can't - satisfy the curse - I don't see another chance. I'm going to turn into a swanbrained - thing - if I can't get out of here - my mind is going to go - and that's the worst part, the worst, even though the rest is -" She shudders. "I don't have long. A few years isn't long."