There’s a soft shuffle overhead before Nill’s head slowly appears over the edge of the roof. Her hood casts her face in shadow, but what can be seen is deliberately neutral.

“Storm, I think you have the confusion.” She says, tilting her head just slightly. “I do not have the remembering of you doing the snapping.”

Her wings give a small twitch behind her, but she makes no move to climb down yet.

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