Resolving Issues

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It was a few days after the wedding, and Greg was roaming the halls of the bunker looking for Tree to congratulate her on her marriage. So far though he had been unsuccessful. Eventually though he managed to track her down walking down one of the hallways. When he reached her, he said with a smile, “Hey Mrs. Arnason. I just wanted to congratulate you on tying the knot with Vox. We’re all really happy for you!”
She made a slight face but nodded her head as respectfully as she could, trying to keep moving. “Yes, thanks and all that.” She still hadn’t forgotten how he’d been acting around the king and the Warden.
Greg tried to keep up with her. “Hey if you’re not busy right now, maybe we could, hang out or something. We haven’t really had a chance to talk.”
“No, we haven’t,” she said flatly, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. “And to be perfectly honest, I don’t want one.”
Hearing that Greg’s steps faltered. “O-oh I’m-I’m sorry. Did-did I do something wrong? If I did, just tell me and I’ll do my best to fix it,” he said, trying to fix whatever wrong he had done that would make Tree not even want to talk to him.
She stopped, working her jaw sideways and scraping two of her fangs together, a habit she fell into when thinking hard. “What is it with you two?” she demanded. “You and her?”
Greg’s brow scrunched in confusion. “Me and who?” he asked. “I know lots of ‘shes.’ There’s Warren and Grey, and Akkey, and Mera and a whole bunch of others.”
She lifted an eyebrow.
“The Warden. Don’t play dumb with me.”
“Oh, Nala!” Greg said as he closed his eyes and smiled. Then his eyes flew open and his smile turned into a frown as he realized what that meant to her. “Ohh right, Nala,” he said as he ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Yes, Nala.” She ran a hand through her hair. “Look, I’m on better terms with her, but…how? How did you do it…why did you do it? She treats you like a brother, like her own blood.” Tree looked at him almost despondently. “How?”
“We became friends.” Greg said. “I approached her when she was possessing Haddock, around the time her mother showed up, and I was just nice to her, because I wanted to see what would happen. We talked, she told me her name-well her first name-where she was from, and eventually, we grew closer. Like you do with any friend.” Greg shrugged his shoulders, hoping this explanation would be satisfactory.
“Okay, but...you just walked up to a demon.” She shook her head in disbelief. “She might have changed now, but she could have killed you back then. You’re crazy.”
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