[Eventually, Crookytail settles from her fretting. Myr has left her before, though rarely without explanation; he always comes back. Simple faith in that has her curling into L's touch, pillowing her head on his lap once more. Her breathing drifts gradually into the easy rhythms of sleep.
Another few minutes pass. The Looking-glass House settles into itself, as if keeping vigil with L.
But he does not have to keep it until dawn.
Something in the quality of the hall's dim light changes--something in the texture of the unbroken Bond linking Myr and L adjusts itself. As abruptly as the mirror stole Myr away, it returns him, gone one second and there the next.
He stands exactly as he was when he left, fingers outstretched against glass, except--
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Another few minutes pass. The Looking-glass House settles into itself, as if keeping vigil with L.
But he does not have to keep it until dawn.
Something in the quality of the hall's dim light changes--something in the texture of the unbroken Bond linking Myr and L adjusts itself. As abruptly as the mirror stole Myr away, it returns him, gone one second and there the next.
He stands exactly as he was when he left, fingers outstretched against glass, except--
Except he's no longer a Faun.]