[ it catches her off guard.

immediately, her hand shoots to her waist, to the pouch containing her dagger and poppy dust, but she stills before she can do anything rash. this isn't neverland. here, in a crowd, she imagines threats of violence will not end well. and he is but a boy. most boys are innocent (not pan, never pan). ]

[ begrudgingly, with a small huff. ] It's all right. [ her eyes lock on the drink, narrowing. ]

I wouldn't drink that, if I were you. They may not be fairies, but there's certainly magic about.