It was everywhere - splinters, fur, dust so thick it was dirt - covering Carlos from the floors of Hell Hall and his escape. A year ago he wouldn't have tried it. There hadn't been a blue haired girl with a plastic not - smile gently cleaning the grime from his skin, then.
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Mal didn't really hold grudges. She didn't actively seek out Uma; the sea witchling started any violence between them. When Jay stole something from her, Mal would sock him in the jaw, and that was that. She usually let him keep what he'd stolen, too. It was predictable: almost comforting.