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She brightened and rubbed the back of his neck gently before beginning to work, her fingers slipping through his hair gently.
"They wouldn't be nearly as difficult if we were humans," he told her. "They just... don't like the Natural Races. It goes both ways."
"Like, mess with it?" she asked, looking over at him. "I'll make it look nice, I promise."
Ben looked around in thought before he started laughing. "If I didn't have my wings, I could pretend to be a human and go try to get some...
There was a silence before she spoke. "Can I do your hair, Z?"
Ben leaned over and kissed her temple while Puck stopped, hidden in the dry brush about 50 feet away from town. "Here. This'll work."
She raised an eyebrow, her head on his shoulder. "Well, I trust you. Don't worry."
“He’s grumpy,” Ben said in a mock whisper. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed.”
He would hear her laugh softly, pulling the map back. “Nah, Z. I stuck with you through freezing to death, stealing, and being attacked by a...
“I’m fine,” he snapped. “I just don’t want to be around a town of Mechanical Races.”
He would hear a small shuffling for a moment before her arms would come around his neck, holding out the map in front of him.
“Up to Puck over there,” Ben said, waving idly. Puck scowled before marching towards the outskirts of town. “We shouldn’t have even come in...
She hopped onto his back and she rested her head on his shoulder, now speaking softly in his ear. He would remember that she was actually pretty...
He laughed deeply, draping his arm over her shoulder. “You’re right. No reason at all.”
She looked very concerned. “Not for long, okay?” she said gently, approaching him hesitantly. “I know you don’t want to slow down, but you’ll get...
He raised an eyebrow. “I know, Cal. Plus, we’re camping outside.”
She scoffed a little, tilting her head. "Z, if I'm holding the bag, and you're holding me, then you are holding the bag."
Ben glanced at her. "They have alcohol, I bet," he said innocently.
She frowned at him. "Zerras... I can't have you carrying me too."
Ben sighed a little before nodding. "Okay. Fine. Camping it is."
