Wil pursed his lips and rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, as if in thought or as if the answer were somehow painted there for him to see.
“Yes,” he said after only a few heartbeats. His gaze returned to Asphodel. “Yes, that could be a thing, though if it was all an illusion... ” He held up the palm of one hand then slid it into the inside pocket of his jacket. “No, wait, it wasn't all an illusion.”
He retrieved the stone knife, held it up for her to see, his eyebrows raised, before placing it on the desk between them.
“Some of it 'ad to be real.” Wil stuck his hands in the front pockets of his trousers. Nodding once at the item, he added, “I nicked that from the angry king.”
“Yes,” he said after only a few heartbeats. His gaze returned to Asphodel. “Yes, that could be a thing, though if it was all an illusion... ” He held up the palm of one hand then slid it into the inside pocket of his jacket. “No, wait, it wasn't all an illusion.”
He retrieved the stone knife, held it up for her to see, his eyebrows raised, before placing it on the desk between them.
“Some of it 'ad to be real.” Wil stuck his hands in the front pockets of his trousers. Nodding once at the item, he added, “I nicked that from the angry king.”