"I'm not gonna forget you," says Serafin, hugging her some more. "You're the most huggable lamp I ever met."

The lamp girl smiles, reassured, and returns to the lamp. 

Tutu draws another heart shard out of the lamp. "I am the feeling of affection, shattered and forgotten," it informs her, before returning to Mytho. 

Mytho blinks sleepily and wakes up. "Tutu?"

"You should hurry," she tells him. "Someone is waiting for you."

...Serafin looks at the lamp, and looks all around at the room, and looks at the lamp again.

"Where'd she... go?" he asks hesitantly. "Was she just - magic stuff, like the forest fire - did we just kill the lamp girl by accident—"

Princess Tutu regards the lamp with some concern.

"I don't know," she says. She picks the lamp up carefully and hands it to Serafin. "But you should watch after her until we know more."

He hugs the lamp, also carefully, and nods.

"You're a good lamp," he says, to the lamp. "You're pretty and warm and bright. I'm sorry if we killed you."

She nods solemnly at the two of them, and then they make their way out of the tunnels.

Serafin holds his new lamp very carefully and gently. She is such a good lamp. He might be crying a little about this lamp. Hopefully no one will mention it.

Nobody mentions it. It mostly doesn't occur to Tutu or to Mytho that this is the sort of thing that someone might be inclined to mention. Mytho heads off to the Fire Festival once they've exited the catacombs.

"Thank you, Serafin. Goodbye for now," says Princess Tutu.

"Bye, magical ballet princess."

She dances off.

When she's back to being a girl, she wanders off to the Fire Festival to see whether Mytho got to dance with Rue. (He did. Not in time for the festival proper, they missed that, but they're dancing together as people clear out of the square.) They seem happy together.

And that's how it should be.

Serafin takes his lamp home and puts her in his room and pats her lampshade and apologizes again for possibly having been an accessory to her accidental murder.

The next morning he goes early to class, brings the lamp, and sets her up in a corner of the room where she'll have a nice view.

That's good! Or like, better than it could be. She couldn't have just left Mytho without the ability to feel affection for anyone, that'd be horrible, but she does really wonder about the moral implications of turning the lamp back into a normal lamp that apparently comes without a magic lamp spirit.

They have a combined class today. Duck doesn't go out of her way to talk to Serafin, because what if he asks about Tutu again (or worse, it's like when she danced with Giselle and he thinks she just ran off and abandoned him), but she does stop and chat with the lamp for a bit, because maybe it can still hear her. And she'd feel bad if she were a duck forever and then people stopped paying attention to her.

Serafin smiles at her when he sees her talking to the lamp. He does not ask her any questions about magical ballet princesses.

Oh good! She waves awkwardly and will just go sit with the rest of the beginner class.

Mr. Cat informs them that they have all been given special permission to sit in on the dress rehearsal of a traveling ballet troupe that has just entered Gold Crown Town. He expects everyone to be on their best behavior. All of the students are pretty excited about it; the Eleki troupe is supposed to be really good.

Sounds like fun! Serafin will bring his lamp.

Nobody objects to him bringing his lamp, but he does get some weird looks. 

The leading lady is, as expected, a wonderful dancer. Partway through her performance, though, she stops dancing and seizes her chest, as though gripped by sudden fear.

Duck's pendant glows. It's handy like that. But there's no way she's going to be able to have a magic dance number in front of all these people...?

Serafin catches the glow out of the corner of his eye, but he isn't sure what to do about it.

The dancer seems to get ahold of herself pretty quickly, though she also doesn't want to dance much more at this point.

"Say," she says. "Just watching is boring, isn't it? Let's see someone else." Her eyes land on Duck. "What about you?"

"Me?" squeaks Duck.

"Yes, of course."

"I'm - not really very good at this - "

"That's fine," laughs the dancer. 

"O...K...."

"Would you like to partner with someone?"

Aww! Maybe she'll pick him, that'd be neat. On the other hand, maybe she should pick somebody who will outshine her slightly less dramatically.

"Why don't you partner with her, Mytho?" asks a dark-haired girl that Serafin will recognize as Rue, widely considered the best dancer in the special class. 

"He'll stay. I'll do it," says Fakir, getting up.

Mytho certainly doesn't seem to have an opinion on the matter. Duck looks like her opinion might be 'no please God anything but that', but she's certainly not going to say that.

—what. No. What.

Caught by surprise, he's too bewildered to actually protest; all he manages is an incredulous noise.