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She noticed that he moved back, frowning again as she sat down. "No.. We stayed together for a little bit. We, well," her frown deepened. "We had...
He watched her with interest, tilting his head slightly. "Don't cry.."
"You did give it back," she said, her voice almost playfully.
He looked conflicted. "What happened?"
She showed him the necklace around her neck. "Yeah. So I cast a spell that kept you close by until you gave it back."
"You're part of the rebellion," he added. "I used to be a part of the rebellion."
"You remember something," she said, standing up and approaching him. "You stole my necklace. That's how we met."
He squinted at her. "Your name is Ophelia."
"Because you know me, Ferris Costlough," she said, watching him carefully.
He looked back, his expression a little paranoid. "No."
She paused, looking up at him. "What?"
"Confused," he said honestly. "Tired."
She looked a little confused, and pretty tired. "Okay.."
He looked around before sitting down.
She was quiet, watching him as she waited.
He followed her, frowning deeply.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Upset? Defeated? Hopeless?"
"No," he said quickly. "Let's just go."
"Thanks," she said flatly, going back to her bed as the door was left slightly ajar.
He didn't take her hand, but moved to follow, still limping.
