[And at first, Quentin just draws a blank on that. Quest? Well, it's not not a quest? But then again, it's also very much not their quest. The look on Eliot's face is also something weird but it's not until Eliot can't stop talking that the smile slides off Quentin's face and is replaced with something closer to a frown. His hand clench on Eliot's shoulder.]
Uh, what? I'm sorry, could you just-- say that again. About the fairies.
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[And at first, Quentin just draws a blank on that. Quest? Well, it's not not a quest? But then again, it's also very much not their quest. The look on Eliot's face is also something weird but it's not until Eliot can't stop talking that the smile slides off Quentin's face and is replaced with something closer to a frown. His hand clench on Eliot's shoulder.]
Uh, what? I'm sorry, could you just-- say that again. About the fairies.