Bell was busy nibbling down her own shame as Declan started to explain. She had no problem ignoring the news – she rarely paid it any mind anyways. Though she did understand the importance of it and all she just rather not be bothered with it when she had so much on her plate half the time to notice the things going on in the grander scheme of things. To say she was selfish would be one way to summarize her character. She ahd many flaws and she knew it in a way she was on her own set of trials – Pan was her punishment for letting him be the center of her attention for so long.<br/><br/>As Declan explained she found herself thinking how sad it was that none would know the true Pan ever again – that his name was to be forever besmirched with the Crowing Fool's wrong doings. She wished Pan were still around – he'd been a close friend of hers letting her pass through the realms when she wished, showing her some of the secret glades when she's had no home to call her own. She felt the saddness of it all tearing at her already frail heart. She came back to herself though and realized Declan affirmed he was indeed the Nimue's nephew. This made her mind swirl a little at the thought of it, she was in ways sitting with Royalty – at least as the mortals would see it.<br/><br/>What was more he claimed to have seen the flute – the bastard was carrying it close – she would too if she'd been him. But the mention of his shadow drew a curious look from her. She wasn't sure how it'd happened either but she'd also noted the disturbing aura of it – the way it moved of it's own free will. She nodded to Declan's words but otherwise remained quiet on the subject. She knew where her kind's treasure was she just need to find a way to get it back from him.<br/><br/>As he continued to explain Wendy in all this – well at least sort of explained – the tension lining her shoulders seemed to relax if only a little. Seemed Wendy's one skill was stealing things that didn't belong to her<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">. “I might help you end her if she ever show's her face again - though I doubt someone like you would need little ole me for help” </span>She felt the acid on her tongue at this statement and had to sit back and sip tea to rid her feelings of that moment. He seemed to do the same troubled or bothered by his own inner demons it seemed.<br/><br/>Somehow the conversation circumnavigated back to the Looking Glass and Declan mentioned not going there of choice. Once again her cheeks flushed a little and her completely green eyes averted sharply. Something in his tone sounded worried or concerned perhaps and it brought her back to the moment.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">“Wait so I'm guessing you want to go there without attracting Mr. Hatter's attention?”</span>She said a mischievous brow quirked and her eyes almost glittered. She had an idea but it would require help from a friend of hers Lily had a way of getting into places she didn't belong – and what was more she often frequented the Looking Glass. Bell winced though a little remembering that Tiger Lily was possibly furious with her at this very moment. Oh well she'd figure it out when they got to that bridge.<br/><br/>She shook her head a little displacing several strands of hair from her ponytail<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Anyways I could always help you … but I would need some help from you in return... Nothing in life is free after all” </span>She said a smirk and a quirked brow as she pulled her ponytail loose and let the cascade of silver blonde hair fall around her shoulders.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d"> “What do you say Apprentice?” </span>She asked feeling a little more at ease and playful that she even poked fun at him with that title. Then again it could just be the sugar buzz she was getting!