[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[Glinda's Castle]
Glinda regarded Grimm for a moment longer than before.
She did not continue speaking immediately. Instead, she simply watched him as though weighing something. It was like she was deciding how best to shape her words rather than whether to speak at all.
The Good Witch did not seem like someone who needed long to think, so it stood out.
"You're an interesting individual, Grimm; there's no denying that," she finally mused, her voice still light. She did not reach for her food. Instead, she leaned back slightly in her chair, fingers coming together as she loosely cupped her hands in front of her. "And I do so enjoy interesting things. They make everything feel less stagnant. Life has a way of becoming dull otherwise, wouldn't you agree?"
"To the point," Grimm replied flatly, cutting through her words without hesitation.
