Celia pursed her lips briefly when the pixie she had run into put forth her request, begging a kiss in exchange for her assistance. One destined not for her lips, either, but someone else. She hadn't said it outright, but the implication behind her suggestion was crystal clear. Celia mulled it over for a few brief moments, but in the end the decision was a simple one. What was the embarrassment of a little forwardness compared to someone potentially losing their life? Gathering her courage, she gave the pixie a resolute nod.
"Very well, then. A kiss for your help." Celia answered. Seemingly unaware of the exact weight words like those held when dealing with the fae, and the binding nature of their promises, she once again cast her gaze out towards the forest that surrounded them. The silhouettes of grouped trees proved as impenetrable as before, not that she could really have expected anything else. "Just hurry, please. He's been hurt, and I need to get back to him as quickly as possible. If anything happens to him then neither of us will be able to get what we want" she goaded, hoping to spur the pixie into immediate action.
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