conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first paragraph for a book with the title 'Bones of Faerie'?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Bones of Faerie
  My arms strained as I lifted the bucket. "I'll miss you, too." I'd been as surprised as Allie to learn that she and Caleb were returning to their town, while Mom was staying in mine. Mom and Caleb had cared for each other Before, in Faerie. They'd continued caring through all their years apart, long past when Mom and Father met and I was born, each of them thinking the other had surely perished in the War between their worlds. When Mom had returned to Faerie at last and been poisoned by the War-tainted air there, Caleb had risked his own life to heal her. Yet yesterday Caleb had said he wasn't willing to leave his students to stay with Mom, and Mom had said she wasn't willing to leave hers to stay with him. I glanced uneasily into the bucket, wondering, for the first time, what they both hadn't said.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know two more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: When I told Karin about the leaf, she stopped me, wanting to know, as the Lady had, how I'd come by it.
  I lifted an ash branch from the ground, discarded it, and picked up a longer branch. As a weapon it wasn't much, but it felt better to have something in my hand. "His foolishness may have saved Kyle's life."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: When I told Karin about the leaf, she stopped me, wanting to know, as the Lady had, how I'd come by it.
  I lifted an ash branch from the ground, discarded it, and picked up a longer branch. As a weapon it wasn't much, but it felt better to have something in my hand. "His foolishness may have saved Kyle's life.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'I stroked Matthew's hair, which was as wet and muddy as his fur had been'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I stroked Matthew's hair, which was as wet and muddy as his fur had been. His hands and feet bled. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't keep you safe."
  Matthew nodded as if that knowledge, too, were difficult to bear. His shaking eased. "Liza." He took my strange stone hand and cradled it in both his human ones, as if it were terribly precious. I was suddenly aware of how close we were, of his bare skin under the thin blanket. I looked at him. He looked at me. I realized we were both trembling again, and I had an urge to laugh that made no sense at all.
  I ignored them all. Matthew and I held each other so closely, so fiercely, as if all this world depended on it, and Faerie as well.
  We didn't stop until the soil beneath us stirred. We scrambled to our feet then, remembering that we were in a forest, with all the dangers forests held. A bright purple flower unfurled in the brown mud. Matthew and I stepped back as the crocus hissed with the acid it held.
  I looked at the bright trees, at the small spitting flower at our feet, at Matthew's muddy hands holding both of mine. For now I would have to believe for us both.