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She squinted at him playfully, walking forward with halting steps. "Look at me! I'm flourishing."
"It's two against one." Puck crossed his arms. "I hate this."
She raised an eyebrow. "Do I look like someone who can't walk?"
Ben raised an eyebrow smugly at Puck. "There we go." Puck squinted at both of them, crossing his arms.
She laughed a little, shaking his head. "I can't have you bandage me up and then hitch a piggy-back ride. I'm okay."
Both of their heads turned towards her. "About what?" Ben asked.
She nodded, focusing on straightening up. “Yep. I’ll be okay when we walk a little.”
“We could try an inn,” Ben proposed tentatively. “An inn? Yeah, if we want to get killed,” Puck scoffed.
She took it and tried to stand, swaying a little as she pressed her lips together. "Mmmmokay."
As they approached, they would realize that the town was quite unattractive, made of dark stone and squat houses. However, there would be some...
She looked down, squinting at her legs. “I’m sure I could.”
Ben rolled his eyes. “So dramatic.”
She laughed good-naturedly, her thumb brushing his cheekbone briskly before she let him go. “That’s true. And you did lie to me...”
He jerked away from her, frowning. “No touching.”
She looked up at him suddenly, a frown on her face. “No,” she corrected. “Like almost freezing to death.” She gave him a small smile, cupping his...
"Oh, it definitely counts," he said with a small laugh. Puck squinted. "I hate you both."
"Shh," she soothed, her hands flat against his back. "It's okay. I don't know if you've noticed, but I have a habit of getting into bad situations."
Despite himself, Ben laughed a little. "But it's towards me."
She frowned too, studying him before slipping her arms around his waist, giving him a hug, her head resting on his shoulder.
He squinted at her and Puck rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Ben. I’m not being mean, you’re just sensitive.”
