"Where do we go from here?" DG looked to her reunited family for answers. Azkadellia shrugged and glanced at Ahamo.
"I suggest we all get a good night's sleep and start reorganizing the O.Z. in the morning," The Queen yawned. DG offered her real parents a hug, followed by Azkadellia who, according to the look on her face, was surprised DG trusted her enough to look at her, let alone hug her. DG turned around, only to collide with Wyatt Cain, accidentally kicking him in the shins quite hard. He winced and sort of hopped to the railing of the balcony.
"Oh! I'm sorry Mr. Cain!" DG followed, genuinely concerned about the welt forming on his shin.
"Don't worry about it, Princess," He tried to stand up but gritted his teeth and sat right back down on the railing.
"I'll go get you some ice, Mr. Cain," DG felt terrible. She turned to leave.
"Cain…" he mumbled through bared teeth, glancing at his purple shin.
"What?" She asked, turning back.
"Just Cain, no need for the 'Mr.' part."
"Oh," She nodded and felt her face flush for no apparent reason.
"Just conjure it, Deej," Glitch spoke up, making DG jump. She had forgotten anyone besides the Tin Man was in the room.
"I have a better idea," Azkadellia looked into a basin by the window, what used to be a gazing pool for the witch. She placed her hands over the water and closed her eyes, concentrating. The water rose out of the basin in little spheres and froze in the air. DG got Cain's simple buckskin canteen and held it open as Azkadellia guided the spheres into the bag. Cain watched DG intently as she helped her sister.
"Show off," Glitch muttered when the trick was done.
"I thought your magic came from the witch!" DG suddenly realized. Cain nodded in agreement.
"The Dark magic did. But you and I have both had White magic since our birth. I'll prove it. Hand Mr. Cain his ice." DG had completely forgotten about the bag that was making her hands increasingly colder. She handed it to him.
"Okay, I'm ready."
"Think about something in this room. Got it?" DG nodded, closing her eyes. "Okay, now focus all of your energy on that one thing. Palms up towards the ceiling." DG did as she was told and she heard the flutter of leather as something came to rest in her hands. Cain's hat. DG opened her eyes and blushed. Cain's jaw was on the floor.
"I think this belongs to you," DG's face was bright red as she handed the Tin Man his hat, but she didn't let go when he had grabbed it. His eyes never left her face, but somehow, he managed to close his mouth. DG kept her hand on the hat – it was like she and Cain both couldn't let go.
"Deej-" Glitch broke the connection between them.
"Yes?" She asked quietly.
"It's time for everyone to go to bed now, your father has ordered it."
"Oh, that's right," DG looked at the ground as everyone else filed out of the room; all except for Cain, that is.
"Goodnight, Cain."
"Goodnight, Princess."
"DG."
"What?"
"Just DG, no need for the 'Princess' part." DG left the room. Cain smirked.