Harper finished his food. He walked over to where Crypts was. He had never said goodbye before and wasn't sure how to go about it. Instead he just watched her with the metal lump.
"Done!" Crypta said, setting down the metal object. It sprang to life, unfolding until it became a full sized horse with a saddle to boot. It fixed its lamp like eyes on Harper.
Harper jumped back from the transforming metal. He didn't care if she had told him to stay still, that just didn't happen. And he had seen some strange things in his lifetime.
Harper's eyes widened. He simply couldn't believe it. He shook his head. He couldn't take this. She had already done so much, more than she could imagine. She had saved him from a true terror, and he was immensely surprised she didn't find him suspicious from being chased by big men with big guns.
Harper shook his head. "It's not that," he said quietly." In fact. the scariness might even help him. But if anything traced back to her in anyway, they'd both be in trouble.
