“I’m a healer.” Matilda whispers softly.
“Senseless questions…” Arthur mutters. “Of course she means the key. She said so herself already.”
“This is stupid and boring. A phone would’ve been nice to have.”
He crossed his arms, rocking his feet back and forth.
She squints at her wrist, it’s a little bit difficult to read now considering her furious scratching.
”Yes, that key right there. But- but why ?”
wait… hold on a second
Wilfred ruffles through his clothes
Where did my phone go? Come on now… don’t you think that’s a bit much?
Matilda pats her pockets, unconcerned.
”I wasn’t ever allowed to have one of those but-“ she breaks off.
”Where are all my things? My flowers, my herbs, my lucky rocks?”
“It IS too much. I have people I’d like to talk to, not stand around all day and watch everyone mindlessly babble about this place. I’m quite simply bored, and the closest thing to excitement here is…”
He glanced at Matilda.
“Whatever is happening over there.”
“What Mark do you bear then?” she asks worriedly, as if the act of asking a question is something to fear.