want to know why,” Aristide demanded. “Why would you perform binding magic—which you elves rarely do, because you’re a paranoid bunch for all your arrogance.” “She was my cat,” Noctus said. “Yeah, well she’s definitely not anymore!” Aristide said. “Why does she still have it on?” Noctus studied me, seemingly bemused. “Just because she’s not a cat doesn’t mean she stopped being mine.”
