[She dipped her head into a small bow. That was fair. She couldn't argue. As far as favours went, they'd been equal. The fae had managed to stop Mettaton from doing too much damage, and the witch had provided magic via the bond.
So the fae inclined her head to look up at him.]
What do I owe you? [Though going from his words, that he hadn't given an order. He probably hadn't thought of anything.]
no subject
So the fae inclined her head to look up at him.]
What do I owe you? [Though going from his words, that he hadn't given an order. He probably hadn't thought of anything.]