[This isn’t Wirt. It looks like him, sounds like him, and even sometimes remembers to display the correct mannerisms—but Cami knows beyond doubt now that whatever has happened, the person walking behind her isn’t her friend.
Still, she doesn’t want to let it slip that she’s already realized. So she turns and favors whatever this is with a smile, the sincerity of which is entirely forced.]
I’m sure it’ll be fine. There are a lot stranger things that go on here than a kid reciting verse.
[Not to mention more dangerous.
Once they’ve reached her office, Cami pushes open the door, then steps inside to hold the door open for Wirt. Tests one and two: if he’s been turned into a vampire, Cami knows he can’t get in without being invited. If he’s a demon, he’d only make it a few steps before being caught by the first demon trap in the room, one hidden under the carpet.]
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Still, she doesn’t want to let it slip that she’s already realized. So she turns and favors whatever this is with a smile, the sincerity of which is entirely forced.]
I’m sure it’ll be fine. There are a lot stranger things that go on here than a kid reciting verse.
[Not to mention more dangerous.
Once they’ve reached her office, Cami pushes open the door, then steps inside to hold the door open for Wirt. Tests one and two: if he’s been turned into a vampire, Cami knows he can’t get in without being invited. If he’s a demon, he’d only make it a few steps before being caught by the first demon trap in the room, one hidden under the carpet.]