Once I ducked out the door, Wispy stood up from where she was sitting on the step. The girl looked lost, and I couldn't blame her, but I wasn't here to coddle her.
"Ready to go?" I asked, and Wispy nodded, putting her arms up.
It was hard not to look at her like a child like this, even though I knew she was a full-grown woman. Or at least that was what I was assuming as I picked her up and sat her behind my neck.
"How old are you?" I asked as I started to walk back to the barracks.
"Sixty-two this year; why? How old are you?" Wispy asked, and I chuckled.
"Twenty-something, but I feel a lot older than you," I chuckled as I turned the corner.
"Why are we going back to the barracks?" Wispy asked, and I could hear the tension in her voice.
"To go pick up two bratty angels and then home to make something to eat," I said as we got closer.
