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Her frown deepened. "I'm so sorry.."
She went to him, unsure what to say. "Victor.."
She looked at him, her brows furrowing. "What..? But you're hurt. Don't apologize.. I just want you to be okay. I want you to stay."
Her eyes widened and she opened the door for him. She went back inside, expecting him to follow, and got her med kit. "Come in quick. It's warm...
Nascha woke blearily, getting up and going to the door, squinting in the dark as she opened it.
(Yoop!)
She shut the door, going to dry off the mice.
She nodded, looking over at him. "Okay. Stay safe."
She was looking at the mice. Her expression was fond but she still seemed concerned.
She crossed her arms, looking outside. "Okay. I'll be waiting."
"I'll take care of them," she said, "I don't mind. I'm just worried about you.."
She looked worried, but nodded. "Of course, Victor."
Her brows furrowed. "They can stay here. Will you be okay? That sounds dangerous."
She opened the door for him and the mice. "Of course. What can I do?"
She got up, when she saw him, rushing to the door, opening it, stepping out worriedly. "Victor? Is everything okay?"
Nascha was in her house, unaware of the danger in the woods, but she was concerned nonetheless. She frowned, adding done wood to the fire before...
(YOOP!)
He did the same, keeping close.
He pulled her closer, sighing sleepily. "I'm glad."
He didn't open his eyes. "Mm..?"
