[Cami’s only got an outsider’s perspective to go on, but she doesn’t see the whole walking away from a coven thing as so little a deal. Not when Davina had been torn apart with the guilt of it thanks to the ancestors being dicks.]

Given what I’ve learned about witches, and what you just said, deciding you want out and actually making it happen are two entirely different animals.

[Whatever he means to share or doesn’t, Cami’s had a lot of experience to force her over her naivety. She presses her lips together, trying to decide the best way to approach what she wants to ask next. He’s got all the arrogance typical of a kid his age, but she suspects its worse than that—after all, just how much reason does she have to believe everything he says?]

So how did you end up meeting Davina?