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She shrugged, standing up. "I did my work, but I can leave."
"I'll sit right here. That'll help, right?"
"You're not alone," she said brightly. "I'm right here!"
"Frustratingly human.." she murmured, her brows furrowed slightly. "Well, I'm right here."
She pulled her hand away. "Lucy..?"
She frowned. "Since who?"
She frowned, watching him as she thought. She took his hand gently, the gesture reassuringly. "I wish I could help."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
She pulled up a chair at his bedside, leaning back with a yawn.
She nodded slowly. "I figured. Get some sleep, okay?"
She chuckled, catching his hand and putting it down. "I do think that."
"That's alright. I've done the things I need to do."
She gave him a small smile. "That's alright. I appreciate it. Try to get some more sleep, alright? I'll stay here and make sure you don't strike...
She gave him a small smile. "Thanks, Emerson. You're pretty great too."
She nodded, her expression soft. "Of course. I'm sorry you don't feel well. Hopefully it'll get better soon."
She returned a minute later with a small cloth with cool water. She came over and put it on his forehead.
"Talking like that," she told him, standing up. "I'm going to get you a wet cloth. Stay here." She left the room, closing the door.
She looked over at him, noticing the shivering and closing it again with a frown. She returned to his side, brushing his hair back gently....
She gave him a small smile, flushing slightly as she went to open the window to cool him down a bit. "You're feverish. That's all."
She was brushing his hair back soothingly, looking worried. "Your fever isn't doing well."
