Agatha put up her hands, in a 'what can you do' manner.
"Eh. That's what my enemies call me," she winked, and then realized she did and that she'd made a joke and---Agatha straightened up. He didn't need to know that she'd been plotting with Ophelia about how to make this work. Sure her friend probably thought she was a bit mad because of all the planning and mapping out of things, but only Ophelia needed to know how much thought had been put into that random meeting with Fredrick in the park.
He definitely didn't need to know that, that was for sure.
Running a hand through her hair, Agatha blinked a few times to try and figure out what the hell she should do, now that all of her plans had been thrown into a wall and ruined.
"We should get you some ice for that lump," she said, gesturing toward his head. "Or---well." Ugh, she could feel the blush growing, bloody hell, "I know a few healing spells. My best friend's a healer and he insists on--practicing. On me."
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