Illo stayed still for a long moment, forehead pressed against the invisible wall.
He could see the glow in Little Sir Menace’s chest barely holding. And it worried him.
A lot.
“I don’t know how to fix this,” Illo murmured. “I’m not good at fixing things. I mostly break them.”
He exhaled softly. “Look, if I were out there, I’d—well. I’d wrap you up. I’d put…
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