Auradon had been, truly, an open book to them. Not only because of the family stories about those at the prepatory, but because the people themselves were open. Already Mal could see things here would be different.

Perhaps because they hadn't been shopping and didn't have their robes yet, and wouldn't until the next day. Therefor Mal in her purple leather, and Evie in her chic shades of blue, they didn't fit in with the others. Their hair wouldn't change either, and that would never change that they didn't entirely fit in.

But they had one another, and they've proven to themselves that in the end, that was all they needed.

"So they're not plotting against us, is that what you mean?" Teasing but serious in the same breath. Glancing at Evie, grinning. "And they're encouraging us to do magic. They told me to keep the book," she pointed out, which was good because she wasn't giving it up. She hadn't given it up for Ben, she wasn't giving it up for this place.

"It's a bit massive, isn't it?" She chuckled, head tilting back and looking around them, up into the dark reaches where she couldn't see the details. "And you're right," she said, hand covering Evie's and giving it a squeeze. "Together forever. Nothing will change that."

And she truly believed that and would fight for it.