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"What, Brisk?" He asked in return.
"They are. Although, maybe not as happy as us." He said, smiling.
Narrowleaf sighed. "I don't think that's a good idea for me anymore." He replied.
"...Hello." Narrowleaf mumbled, pretending not to be startled.
"Of course I would have faith in you." Narrowleaf said, not noticing the others.
"I don't mind. You're my wife, you can do anything to me." Narrowleaf said.
Wat. I don't even...
"I hate when my hair is touched, too. But you can keep doing.. whatever." Narrowleaf replied.
Narrowleaf noticed Brisk playing with his mane. "Having fun?" He asked.
(G'Night.) "I... Yeah, I do." He said. "Thanks."
"It's fine. You can take as much as you need." He replied.
"Oh. Okay. Glad I can help, then." He replied, smiling.
"Okay..." He sighed. After thinking for a moment he asked, "Do Changelings feed of love for food or power?"
"Sorry... I'm on a little on edge, because of yesterday..." He replied.
"Is something the matter?" He asked, alarmed.
"Alright..." He mumbled in reply. He sat on the ground next to Brisk's cot.
"...Fine. Don't push yourself too much." He replied, putting the bandages back. "Need anything?"
"There's no point in arguing, is there?" Narrowleaf asked.
Narrowleaf shook his head. "Last time I checked, you were nearly cut open." He said.
"No... You are..." He said, grabbing the bandages and limping back. "Please, stop. Do it for me..."
