"What were you thinking?" Angela angrily demands of me, as we walk back through the cave after leaving Marchosias's lair. Arethusa is standing on my right shoulder, her fist balled up in my hair, holding on tight. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? He could have killed all of us in an eye blink if he'd wanted to."
"I'm sorry," I say defensively. "I couldn't stand to leave her there captured like that!"
"She's just a pixie!" Angela continues as if I hadn't spoken. "A little fairy that means very little in the greater scheme of things."
I can't believe I just heard that. "I don't care how big or small they are, if they're sentient, then I have a responsibility to help when I can."
