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He waited, tilting his head.
She hesitated, observing him carefully. "I'm sorry."
"I lit it again. Is that okay? I also made you more tea."
He nodded, watching patiently.
She frowned. "Can't you talk to them about it..?"
He nodded.
"Would you like to practice that instead?"
She laughed slightly, though it looked sad. "Is there anything we can do?"
"The fire is going and I'm not sick, so I feel fine."
He looked thoughtful. "Think of fire. It's like condensed, jagged fire."
She looked panicked for a moment, looking down. "I... You have things going for you, Tuck.. I know this, but I don't know how much longer I can...
"No, no.. I'd like to," he reassured.
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He gave a nod. "Let's try that."
Her eyes were watching him intensely. "I need to talk to you."
He nodded. "We could do that," he agreed.
She nodded, saying nothing more.
"I'm sorry as well."
The next day Avice would approach his house, knocking on the door nervously.
He looked up at her. "I miss you too."
