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He frowned before looking down at her. There was a longing in his gaze, but he nodded. “Okay. You’re right. Let’s go.”
She looked up at him anxiously. She seemed tired and uncertain, holding the warm food, and her ears drooping nervously. She didn’t say anything...
“It’s just singing,” he replied, looking down at her.
She seemed very upset, holding the can in her hands. “I just... I know demons don’t do well in the cold and I didn’t want you to get hypothermia...”
Puck looked around, fire in his eyes. “We gotta get out of here.” “I don’t think so,” Ben replied. “Don’t you think it’s peaceful?”
She looked hesitant, her gaze flickering up to him. “Just then, I slept for a bit. Remember?”
They would hear something before a soft singing met their ears. A slow, grey fog began to stream in the area.
She looked up at him. Sensing that he may have been cross, she folded her arms protectively. “I’m sorry... we were out of wood... I had stayed up...
“Somehow,” he replied, frowning. “I don’t know where.”
“Well, like... you would be fine if I died out there,” she said, frowning at him nervously. “You have the map.” She paused and her face fell even...
Ben tilted his head and walked forward, squinting a little. “I know these...”
She blinked and her brows furrowed nervously as she managed to sit up, shrugging off his cloak and offering it to him. "I'm... I'm sorry about...
Ben looked intrigued by them, tilting his head thoughtfully. Puck drew his sword, his brow furrowing. "I don't trust this..."
“I meant to go out and get the firewood and come back,” she said uneasily. “I was trying to be quiet before I left, but... I guess I got lost......
They walked in silence for a while. She would see strange lights passing through the woods every now and then, their faint haze shining at them.
She noticed his frown and shifted nervously, trying to sit up. “I’m... I’m sorry,” she said uncertainly. “I didn’t mean for you to have to wake up.”
There was no response. It didn’t seem like he was listening to her thoughts at this time.
She looked up at him, surprise and confusion registering across her sweet face. There was a moment of silence before she squinted, trying to...
He didn’t respond, but it was difficult to tell if he genuinely couldn’t hear her, or if he was ignoring it.
She made a small noise as he sat up, jostling her uncomfortably. Her throat was dry, and she frowned. Why? “I... what happened, Z?” she asked,...
