Iolai stopped when he stood in her way, staring daggers into the man. But with his apology in mind, she decided to back off. She took a step back and turned with a huff. The Fae sat down as Negan slipped out, voicing a loud scoff at the sound of the lock clicking into place. Once she was sure he had walked away Iolai rolled her eyes and finished her meal before setting out at a task.
She opened every window on the wall that could be opened, and whistled for any creature that could reach that level of the building. Little did Negan know, the bird she had spoken to the night before was instructed to watch the place, learn what he could, and to encourage others to do so. Three of them flittered up to Iolai at her call, and they all began to chirp away, telling her everything they could.
It seemed there was plenty to learn in one night. They told her about the underlings made to do the worst of the work in the building, the fence composed of the dead, the tradition of burning the faces of those who disobeyed Negan, and his wives. Iolai only questioned how the bird knew that’s what they were and she described to the Fae their matching dresses, just like the one Iolai still wore, and the fact that she had heard another man refer to them in such a manner.
Iolai didn’t care about his wives, mostly because she didn’t yet understand the implication of what that meant to Negan. What worried her was the fact that Negan had put her in their uniform.
The thought was disrupted by a knock at the door. Iolai hadn’t realized how much time had passed. She waved off the trio of birds, and crossed her arms as she sat back in her chair, looking to the door. “You’re the one who locked the door. I couldn’t let you in if I wanted to. Which I assure you, I don’t.”
Negan chuckled and let himself in, already appreciating her wit once more.
“Hope you like it.” He says setting his peace offering on the table and looking over at all the open windows.
“How are you feeling? Any better?” He didn’t know what he would do about her wish to venture off alone, but she’d made a good point about having offered her services. He didn’t want to, but he had to at least give her one shred of trust in this situation.
“I’ve been thinking about your proposal. To leave on you own.” He begun, gesturing to see if he was allowed to take a seat.
“I’m willing to allow it. But you have three days tops. If you’re not back by then I gotta think you’ve run, and well... with everything you know about this place, and the amount of enemies I seem to be accumulating... I can’t risk you fucking off.” He watches her curiously as she moves, his eyes forever pleased by the appearance of her heavenly wings. He had a momentary flash of them hanging above his bed on a rack, but he shook that image away almost immediately. A frown crossed his face, but he assumed it would be taken as irritation at her answer.
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