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He looked down at her worriedly, his gaze fond. "Just.. Please don't do it again."
She shook her head. "I'm alright."
He looked surprised, hugging her back. "Are you okay?"
"But there's nothing to worry about."
"Hey.. I'm sorry for what I said."
"I'm alright," she told him, looking back. "Why are you so worried?"
He frowned, going over to her room and knocking.
"Like I said, it was just an overreaction."
He got a bag of explosives together, coming out of the room soon after, looking around.
She nodded, taking her bag and getting ready to go.
He didn't comment on her return. In the room, he relaxed slightly when he heard her return.
She nodded. "Yeah. Ready when you are."
Abel had stayed home. We was in the planning room, the door shut.
She looked in, but didn't enter. "Oh, good. We should probably head back after you're done."
(Zoop?)
It was Fleur, her head tilted. "Are you almost ready?"
His frown only deepened, and he closed the door to his room again softly.
After a bit, Fleur knocked on his door.
He leaned against the door with a frown. "I didn't mean it like that."
(Yoop!)
