The next time she woke up, she found herself alone, again. Now she has gotten used to his absences, she set herself the day. But the process in preparing her went a bit slower, than she expected to. Violet stepped outside her room and stretched her short limbs. Her next destination was the kitchen, where she spent her time snacking on pieces of fruits.

As she walked out of the kitchen, she didn't foresee a cart full of colorful wigs; all shapes and sizes with oddly taste in ribbons, as it bumped into her.

"Excuse me," a voice drawled out from the front. Violet peered around and saw a wolf in an attire of granny clothing and nightcap. The Big Bad Wolf.

"Ah, I am so sorry!" she yelped, and rounded the cart to greet his lackadaisical gaze.

"Not a problem," She watched him leave, as a thought popped in her head. A smile spread across her face, and she jogged to catch up with him. He causally threw a glance at her. Just slightly.

"Are you busy today?"

"If you call powdering wigs thrice before decorating them, 'busy', then no." He slowly replied with sarcasm sticking with his monotonous tone. Violet beamed. She hasn't gotten around to hang out with the rest of the castle's residents since a few things has happened.

"Do you mind if I help you?" she walked up beside him, just as he stopped and gave her a blank stare.

"You must be that new arrival that Mr. Stiltskin has mentioned. I am known as the Big Bad Wolf." He nodded absently.

She resisted the urge to say, 'I know,' and introduced herself. "I'm Violet," he nodded again, attempting to drill her name into his mind. "Since I have a lot of time on my hands, I thought that I may as well hang out with the cool guys."

The Wolf arched a fuzzy brow at her words. Never has he ever considered himself to be the cool type. But never has he ever sought himself to be the wig fitter for Rumpelstiltskin. He gave her a grunt, and pushed his heavy load down the hallway. She took his grunt as a yes, and waddled behind him like a little duckling. A little further down, Violet asked him if it was alright to call him, 'Wolfie', which he gave her another grunt, indicating so.

They spent the rest of their time together; fluffing up wigs with white powder creating white clouds everywhere. He instructed on how much to use unless she wanted a good licking from Rumpelstiltskin himself. At last they have finished the process with the first part, they needed to decorate each one with at least a dozen ribbons or so. Violet, holding the pail of white pasty substance, she reached out for a ribbon when her hand slipped. Wolfie made a grab for it, but his paws missed, as he took in a bellow of whiteness.

He blinked, and threw a glance at Violet, who held her laughter from between her fingers. He looked down at his mess, and a giggle tickled his throat. His lips curled to his ears, and he grinned with his sharp teeth, alarming her slightly. It has been a very long time since he has last laughed. Wolfie couldn't recall much, as he wiped the paste off his face.

"Here, let me," Violet came over to his side and tended to his fur, making sure there was no trace left behind. He took his time cleaning his nightgown and cap. After that little fuss, he explained specific knots to tie, but it didn't specially mattered where exactly to place them. A little while longer, he took a brief moment to peer over her shoulders and see the triple knots she has made. Sighing, he swiped them from her hands. It seemed like a miracle that he was able to undo them without any difficulties. She gave him an apology, which he waved his hand dismissively.

"Welp, that should conclude this afternoon a job well done." He gave himself an apathetic thumbs up, and then scooped up the finished products back onto his cart. "Have a good day," thus leaving Violet to herself. There was still time for her to roam around before Piper returns from his job.

She dawdled about. She passed by the Three Little Pigs, as they slaved away at tending to the fairly large bird with the pink ribbon. Violet has grown to know her name as Fifi, Rumpelstiltskin's pet. Though she did notice how much of that bird has influenced the décor, not to mention his wigs. Violet sat down at the center of the throne room, and spread herself out, as she felt the cold glass floor against her back.

Violet closed her eyelids, letting herself dose off as the afternoon flew from her fingertips. The night gradually fell upon the kingdom, until Violet felt a strange, and annoying poking sensation against her head. She peeked on eye open and looked up at a peering piper.

"Welcome back, you've returned earlier than usual." Violet scrambled to her feet, and dusted her hands off, when Piper nodded. He reached for his flute to respond to her, but Violet's eyes drew quickly to the deep cut on the back of his left hand. She said nothing for the time being, and left her gaze fall back onto his dark eyes.

"I see that you had a productive day." He remarked. She nodded, as the two exited the throne room. Though, her eyes couldn't stop being drawn to the cut. It stretched all over the back of his hand. The color of it was a bright reddish color, so it must have been fresh several hours ago.

They entered together in their dark blue and purple room. Violet flashed on the lights, illuminating every corner up, revealing his hand in the spotlight. "Why are you back so early?" she asked, while she circled around the table and chairs a few times. He watched her closely.

"I just got what I needed in the woods, so I decided to come back early. Why, is something wrong?"

"You can begin with your injured hand." She pointed to the said object. He lowered his flute and lightly touched it, feeling the length and the width. Piper winced slightly in pain, as his finger prodded a sensitive spot. Violet stepped closer to inspect it herself, her eyes widening. "That's some cut you got there. What were you doing out there?"

Piper didn't use his flute, afraid that his hand would react again. He has been withstanding the tense discomfort after his battle against one of the resistance and was forced to call it a night. Apparently, he has found a certain part of the woods where they resided, and was attacked in the dark, so he was forced to use hand-to-hand battle. At that time, he didn't wield any lethal weapons, and his flute wouldn't be much of help. So, his fists were all he had.

He eyed Violet's hand reaching out for him, palm faced up. He furrowed his brows and cocked his head slightly. "Can I see your hand?" there was a moment of hesitation. He hoped that she caught on whatever she was thinking, but she stood her grounds. Her expression did change, slightly, into an irksome look. "It's not like I'm asking you for marriage." She growled quickly.

So, he surrendered his left hand and let her take it for closer observation. He felt her tender, but warm skin against his touch, and that he was larger in size compared to hers and her nimble fingers. Piper thinned his lips, wanting his playing hand back. "Just give me a moment." She uttered quietly.

Violet thought back to that one morning, where Rumpelstiltskin told her about her limited powers. She remembered the part that she was able to heal, but how, he never mentioned it. She figured that Piper was needing the end of his arm back. She just needed a little more time to comprehend on herself.

She hovered her other hand over the wound, pressing lightly as if not to disturb the sensitive spot. Violet wanted him to be better, so she closed her eyes and pictured the cut to disappear. She felt a warm sensation radiating from her own hands, and cracked an eye open. A faint, but very strong glow of bluish-green brightened in front of both their faces. She was at awe, and as the color died down. Violet quickly uncovered his cut and found that it disappeared just like she wanted it. The large slit in his skin has closed up. His skin was smooth again.

Piper retrieved his hand back, and thumbed over the once injured limb. He looked back at her, as she cracked a smile. "Well looks like I'm not completely useless after all." She beamed.