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Sariel seemed confused, taking her hand. "But we're not enemies."
He looked panicked. "What are you going to do?"
She huffed. "I guess.."
"Yeah.. Why are you helping me..?'
Sariel was still standing nervously by the door, wings folded tightly against his back. Zad looked over at her. "Why?"
He looked up, becoming nervous. "What do you mean?"
"Probably not long if I force myself to accept it."
She seemed hesitant. "But why?"
"Sure."
"Not at first," he muttered. "But I figured it out."
"Fine.. I will, eventually."
She put down her things. "You brought dresses?"
He tilted his head. "Alright.."
He looked up at him, saying nothing but giving a dangerous glare.
She relaxed. "Thanks."
She looked surprised again. "Oh.. Good evening."
"I don't relax often."
He grinned, going to do so.
She still seemed a bit worried.
She was in the middle of fixing up the flowers, adding more to the groups that needed it. She looked up at the door.
