“Is he safe?" I whispered as soon as the baker was out of earshot. "I very much doubt it," Hal said in a low voice. I frowned. "You're meant to say 'yes, I'd trust him with my life.' That sort of thing. Something reassuring." He blinked twice at me. "I beg your pardon. Next time I'll read between your very vague lines, and lie. Will that make you happy?” HumorSarcasmPaper CrownsMirriam Neal Book:Paper Crowns Source: Paper Crowns
“You could heal him?" I asked, glancing at Hal. "Could," said the wysling, "but won't, until I get what's mine." I pressed my lips together and took a deep breath. "You're heartless and selfish." "I agree," he said, steepling his pale hands together and pointing them at the floor. "Any decent human being would offer to heal him anyway. However, since I'm neither decent nor a human being, I feel pretty all right about it.” HumorSarcasmAzraelMirriam Neal Book:Paper Crowns Source: Paper Crowns