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She got dressed, yawning.
He nodded, standing up. "I am."
His brows were furrowed as he sighed, before turning. "Alright, follow me," he said, heading off.
She kissed his cheek before getting her clothes."
"Yeah, it's good. Thank you."
His brows were furrowed. "Our camp.. It's safe there. There's food and shelter and nobody will hurt you."
He took a sip thoughtfully. "Hm.."
He looked along the crowd with a frown, noting the children. He sighed after a moment before gesturing with his head. "Come with me."
"It's not?"
"Yeah.. You're touch is nice."
It was Dion, squinting against the light. "What are you doing here?'
"..Yes?"
She sighed. "Magic hands."
In the darkness, there was a shuffling, then light of a lantern.
"Well, yeah. This looks fancy."
She looked over at him. "You think?"
The clan held in their main room, taking hot stew from the pot, pouring it into the bowls as they all went to their respective places on the many...
He took it curiously.
She leaned into his touch. "That's nice."
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