Clockpunk Pied Piper strikes again! (And never mind the fact that the Piper himself still has yet to make an appearance of his own. Note the yet. ;D)
How could she contemplate leaving, if leaving might also mean leaving him behind?
Debt at least was something that she understood, and this was one she found herself determined to repay.
But the music soothed her, began to assuage her doubts and morph them gently into another possibility all their own.
If she could find her way to something better, then why couldn’t he?
She had faith in him, this strange boy, she who had never held faith in anything and only shook her head in confusion at those who still crammed themselves weekly inside of the ruined churches to pray.
And this faith, in contrast to the music that she knew was only attempting to further its own goals, had come from somewhere within herself.