#i have been SLEEPY all week so i relate to our protag here.

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You're trying to decide on an answer to Cooper's question when you realize that a thin ring of white roots have grown from the inside of the cloak and looped around your marked wrist. You look down at where the 'fabric' is draped over your arm, opposite hand resting atop it like you're holding a cat steady. Like with the emerald egg, you can sort of sense the presence of this cloak in your mind, though to a lesser degree.

"It's up to you," you say with a shrug that's not extreme enough to warrant the thoughtful riffle of whispers that shakes through the leaves of the mantle. "I trust Cooper with my life. And I really don't know anything about your world, or how your magic works. It might be worth it if Coop can help me understand you."

"Weird," Cooper says from across the room. You look up at her with a frown, confused.

"Weird that I'm asking its opinion?"

"Weird to hear you speak the language of the worlds Primordial," Cooper clarifies, and you realize in that moment that you haven't been speaking your mother tongue this entire time. "Not bad weird, love. Just never expected to hear it again, let alone from my closest friend. Can't decide how I feel about it."

You nod slowly, wondering again what had driven Cooper from the Far Weald and into this world, away from her kin, away from her language. It would be weird to suddenly be confronted with a piece of something you'd thought long abandoned in your life. And hand-in-hand with an artifact from that life you never thought you'd get to see up close! You hope it isn't all bad for Cooper. You hope that you've brought some good things back to her too.

The ring of roots releases its hold on your wrist. You look down at the cloak again. The leaves are green, and tinged with a little skeptical yellow around the tips, but it's not clinging to you, and it's not the violent shade of red it had turned when you'd been nervous about Cooper's true form. You think this is as close to an answer as you'll get.

"We give you permission, Coop," you say, and offer up the cloak.

Cooper is upon you with that preternatural speed, her eyes gleaming, her smile wide and sharp. She puts on her spectacles, hilariously sized compared to her face now. She cautiously, but eagerly takes the cloak off your hands.

"Thanks love! I'll--we'll be in the workroom of the shop. Let me know if you need anything!" she says, and then she's gone.

You smile at her enthusiasm, and trod the familiar path to Cooper's guest room. The exhaustion of the day finally catches up to you, and you collapse on the bed in a heap, dropping your pack on the floor next to it.