Matilda leaned back in her chair, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "You know, despite everything, monts like these make it all worthwhile," she mused, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at Zafron.
Zafron couldn't help but smile in return. "Monts like what? Plotting our daring escape while surrounded by murderers and psychopaths?" he teased.
Matilda giggled, playfully swatting his arm. "No, silly. Just... this. Us. Together."
Zafron reached out and took Matilda's hand in his. "I know what you an," he said softly. "Sotis I wonder how I got so lucky."
Matilda's cheeks flushed a delicate pink. "Oh, stop it, you," she said, but her smile widened. "You're going to make blush."
"Too late," Zafron chuckled, gently poking her cheek.
Matilda stuck out her tongue at him, the gesture so childishly endearing that Zafron felt his heart skip a beat.
[Good grief,] Calista muttered. [You two are worse than a pair of lovesick teenagers.]
Matilda's expression suddenly turned wistful. "You know, I miss Mara," she said, her voice soft with lancholy. "I an, I know she's... gone, but sotis I catch myself thinking of things I want to tell her, or jokes she'd appreciate."
Zafron squeezed her hand comfortingly. "I'm sorry," he said. "I know how close you two were. And trust , I feel the sa way"
Matilda nodded, blinking back tears. "It's just... sotis I feel so alone here. I an, I have you, of course," she added quickly, flashing him a watery smile. "But a girl needs her girlfriends, you know? And the twins...
well, they're not exactly what I'd call good company."
Zafron hesitated for a mont, then took a deep breath. "Actually, speaking of company... there's sothing I wanted to talk to you about."
Matilda tilted her head, curiosity piqued. "Oh? What is it?"
"Well," Zafron began, choosing his words carefully, "I've been thinking... what if we invited Sakura to co with us when we escape?"
Matilda's eyes widened, and for a split second, Zafron saw sothing flash across her face – surprise? Concern? – before it was quickly masked with a neutral expression.
"Sakura?" Matilda echoed, her voice carefully controlled. "Your last fight partner?"
Zafron nodded. "Yeah. I just... I feel bad leaving her behind, you know? She's not like the others here. I think she deserves a chance at freedom too."
Matilda was quiet for a mont, her brow furrowed in thought. When she spoke, her voice was asured. "I see. And... you've discussed this with her already?"
"No, no," Zafron assured her quickly. "I wanted to talk to you first. I wouldn't do anything without your okay."
[Oh, this should be good,] Calista chid in, her ntal voice dripping with amusent. [I do so love a good cat fight.]
Matilda bit her lip, a habit Zafron recognized as a sign of her inner turmoil. "It's just..." she began, then paused, seemingly struggling to find the right words. "I an, of course, I'm open to helping soone escape this awful place, but..."
She trailed off, her eyes darting away from Zafron's gaze.
"But what?" Zafron prompted gently.
Matilda let out a frustrated huff, her cheeks puffing out adorably. "Oh, I don't know! It's silly, really. It's just... sothing about Sakura screams 'competition,' you know?"
She looked up at Zafron, her eyes wide and vulnerable. "I know it's childish, but I can't help it. The thought of her coming between us... I just couldn't bear it."
Zafron's heart lted at her honesty. He reached out, cupping her face in his hands. "Matilda, listen to . I want to be completely honest with you."
Matilda's eyes widened, a flicker of worry crossing her face. "Okay..."
Zafron took a deep breath. "The truth is, Sakura is... well, she's not nothing to ," he slpaused, a thought crossing his mind. 'At least not after everything We've shared,'
Then he continued. "We've been through a lot together, and I care about her."
Matilda's face fell slightly, but Zafron continued, his voice soft but firm. "But you need to understand where you stand. You're special, Matilda. You're not just another person in my life - you'll always be the number one person. My partner, my confidante, my... everything."
He stroked her cheek gently. "There's room for more than one person in my life, yes. But no one could ever take your place or co between us. You're irreplaceable to ."
Matilda's eyes welled up with tears, but she managed a wobbly smile. "Really?" she whispered.
"Really," Zafron affird, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "I promise you, Matilda. You're a priority, always."
[Well, that was sickeningly sweet,] Calista chid in, [but at least it was honest.]
Matilda sniffled, then threw her arms around Zafron's neck. "Thank you," she murmured into his shoulder. "For being honest, and for... well, everything."
Zafron hugged her back tightly. "Always," he promised.
That drew a genuine laugh from Matilda. "Well, when you put it that way..." She sighed, her expression turning thoughtful. "You're right, of course. It would be cruel to leave her behind if we have a chance to help her."
She straightened up, squaring her shoulders with determination. "Okay, let's do it. Let's invite her along."
Zafron bead at her. "You're amazing, you know that?"
Matilda preened playfully. "Oh, I know. But feel free to remind often."
[Well, crisis averted,] Calista comnted dryly. [Though I must say, I was rather looking forward to so hair-pulling and na-calling.]
Ignoring Calista, Zafron pulled Matilda into a tight hug. "Thank you for understanding," he murmured into her hair.
Matilda hugged him back just as fiercely. "Of course. And who knows? Maybe Sakura and I will beco best friends. I could use so female company that doesn't make want to tear my hair out."
As they pulled apart, Matilda's eyes suddenly lit up with excitent. "Oh! I just had the most brilliant idea!"
"Should I be worried?" Zafron teased.
Matilda swatted at him playfully. "Hush, you. No, listen – what if we had a little... girls' night? , Sakura, maybe even the twins if we have to, although I'm not sure about that. We could do face masks, braid each other's hair..."
She was practically bouncing in her seat now, her earlier hesitation forgotten in the face of potential fun. "It would be perfect! We could get to know each other better, and it might even throw off suspicion if anyone's watching us."
Zafron couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. "A slumber party in prison. Now I've heard everything."
"Don't knock it till you've tried it," Matilda retorted, sticking out her tongue. "Besides, when was the last ti any of us got to do sothing normal and fun?"
[A slumber party. In a prison full of murderers. With a girl you were jealous of approximately five minutes ago,] Calista deadpanned. [Yes, this sounds like a perfectly sane and not at all disastrous idea.]
Despite Calista's sarcasm, Zafron found himself smiling at Matilda's excitent. Her ability to find joy and normalcy in their bizarre situation was one of the things he loved most about her.
"Alright, alright," he conceded, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Far be it from to stand in the way of braided hair and pillow fights."
Matilda clapped her hands together gleefully. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun! I'll have to start planning right away. Do you think the Governor would let order so beauty supplies? Do they even sell those here? My proper guess is that it's made from so crystal again, ugh!!
Or maybe I could make so homade face masks..."
As Matilda rambled on about her plans, Zafron sat back and watched her, a fond smile playing on his lips. Despite the danger that surrounded them, despite the uncertainty of their future, in this mont, he felt an overwhelming sense of peace.
[You're staring again,] Calista pointed out.
'Can you bla ?' Zafron thought back. 'Look at her. She's incredible.'
[Yes, yes, she's a regular saint for agreeing to include your stabby friend in your grand escape plan,] Calista replied, but there was a hint of fondness in her tone. [Just don't let your guard down. We're not out of the woods yet.]
Zafron knew Calista was right, of course. They still had a long way to go before they were truly free. But watching Matilda's animated gestures as she planned her impromptu prison slumber party, he couldn't help but feel hopeful.
As Matilda bustled around, gathering the plates with an infectious energy, Zafron found his thoughts drifting to the complexities of their situation.
'Sakura,' he mused, a wry smile tugging at his lips. 'How on earth am I going to explain all this to her?'
[Oh yes, I'm sure she'll be thrilled to be invited to a slumber party with the woman you're planning to escape with,] Calista chid in, her ntal voice dripping with sarcasm. [What could possibly go wrong?]
Zafron suppressed a chuckle. 'Fair point. But when should I tell her about the escape plan? Now, or wait for Matilda's... sleepover?'
He watched as Matilda humd to herself, practically glowing with excitent.
'I can bet shadow and whisper would turn the plan down,' The thought of the twins declining the invitation brought a sense of relief, that he couldn't deny.
[Although,] Calista mused, [if they did co, it might an they haven't caught on to your little escape plot. Silver linings and all that.]
'True,' Zafron conceded. 'But then we'd have to endure their company for an entire evening.'
His gaze softened as it landed on Matilda again, her enthusiasm almost palpable. 'I wonder if Sakura would even want to co to sothing like this. She doesn't seem the type for... girly activities.'
[Ah yes, because your catgirl lover is exactly as she appears on the surface,] Calista retorted dryly. [Need I remind you of the layers you've uncovered there?]
Zafron felt a warmth spread through his chest at the thought. 'You're right. There's so much more to Sakura than ets the eye.'
[Speaking of eyes, have you considered her feline instincts might kick in? She might take one look at Matilda's bubble of energy and decide to curl up in a quiet corner instead.]
The ntal image of Sakura hissing at the idea of facemasks and hair braiding almost made Zafron laugh out loud. He quickly disguised it as a cough when Matilda glanced his way.
'This is going to be... interesting,' he thought, watching Matilda's graceful movents as she cleaned up. 'But if anyone can make this work, it's Matilda. She has a way of bringing out the best in people.'
[Let's just hope her best doesn't involve claws this ti,] Calista quipped.
As Matilda disappeared into the kitchen with the last of the plates, Zafron leaned back in his chair, a mixture of amusent, affection, and trepidation swirling in his chest. Whatever happened next, he had a feeling life was about to get a lot more complicated – and possibly a lot more entertaining.
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