Notes

She certainly looks like the witch I know, he thought, studying the her fair skin, the constellations of freckles across her face, the same pair of green eyes... but to combine them all with the expression she just made to him, it's alien. It it was any other day, he would've tried to throw a joke to ease the tension between them. "I'm not going anywhere," he said, hoping it would make her calmer.

As they walked down the trail, he realized she won't ask for permission for what she was about to do. He didn't even know what the plan was. He clearly had told her before that he would help her but only with some sort of authorization. Before he could persuade her to talk with the keeper, Anathema had jumped in to the one of the hole. He sighed deeply, knowing that he had no choice but to follow her decision especially after witnessing how she clearly desperate on going home before. He could scold her later on their way back.

Edgar waited for her on the edge, stretching out his right arm ready to pull her out onto the ground. "You know you can just ask for help, right?" Both to the Crypt Keeper, and to him.