Ash stood

She chuckles, "Such a long name..."

He smiled, pulling her into his arms. "Yeah. We don't talk about it."

She nods.

"Well," Puck sighed, his voice drifting over the grass. "I was wondering how long it would take to get to that."

She looks towards Puck.

Ash released her, very slowly. Puck sat on a rock near the stream, fireflies buzzing around him, alighting in his hair and making it glow like embers. He wasnt smirking or sneering at them. Just watching. He hopped up and approached, trailing fireflies.

She stays silent.

Puck shrugged, lacing his hands behind his head. "Hard as it is to believe, I wouldnt intrude on something that serious, princess. Especially since I know youd kill me later." One corner of his lip twitched, just slightly, nowhere near his usual wide grin. He glanced at Ash and shook his head, his expression one of amusement. "Mab is going to love that, you know."

Ash gave a faint smile. "I find I no longer care what the Winter Court thinks of me."

"Its liberating, isnt it?" Puck snorted, then sat down in the grass, turning his face to the sky. "So, this is our last night as exiles, huh?" he mused, leaning back on his elbows. Fireflies rose from the grass in a blinking cloud. "It seems weird, but I might actually miss this. No one pulling my strings, no one bossing me around--except irate brownies demanding their brooms back, putting spiders in my bed. Its...relaxing." Glancing at Claire, he patted the ground.

She glanced at Ash before sitting down.