Galanthus scratched his head, “You’re not really making any sense here…
but as long as that wall goes away I guess it’s fine… for now.” He took
another glance at the wall, glaring at it as if not convinced then
turned his back. “So why is… it, all the way out here?” He folded his
arms, making sure he was hovering high enough to look at the the
repairman; an air of accusation hung around him.

“Yeah, it’s kinda hard to explain…”

Wait, why was this fairy looking like this was all his fault?

“Don’t give me that look,” he said sternly, crossing his arms. “Someone around here must have broken it…”

He eyed the fairy suspiciously. After all, it was over his flower, and the inkblot didn’t see anyone else around.