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He looked down at her with a small frown. "It's okay, June."
"A little drained," she admitted. "I didn't know I could do that."
He followed her wordlessly, her gaze stoic.
She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm alright."
The old man glared at her. "If you don't like it, then leave."
She gave him a small smile as well, but her ears were drooping a little. She sat next to him, yawning.
The old man glared at her. "Udrulon itself doesn't take kindly demons. Not just me. You can have a room, elf, but he can't stay."
She stood by herself for a moment. Finally she went back quietly.
"They cause nothin' but trouble," he said stubbornly. "They're violent and ill-tempered." Zerras was silent, only watching him.
She seemed unsure what to say, looking ahead at the ruins again.
The man squinted between the two of them, his expression rather unfriendly. "A demon, eh?" he muttered, her voice low and gruff. "We don't allow...
She looked over at him with a small frown, fidgeting with the rock. "I wish everything could just magically be okay." She dropped it on the...
They went into the nearest Inn. It seemed nice enough, lit well by lamps. The man at the desk was old and gruff, and appeared to be blind in one eye.
She looked up at him, picking up the rock. "What about me?"
He laughed a little. "Right.. Still. Let's find somewhere."
"You be the best person you can be," she told him, her head tilting as she watched him with a gentle expression. "And you do it for yourself. You...
"They allowed it sometimes," he said indignantly, starting toward a place to stay. "We can leave our stuff here as well."
She looked sad, reaching over and touching his shoulder for a moment. "I don't want to lose you."
"I don't think there is anywhere to effectively camp," he said with a small frown. "We might have to stay at an inn."
Her brows furrowed and she looked over at him. "Is there anything I can do?"
