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When she woke the next morning, Ben was sitting by a large fire, cooking breakfast. Puck was still asleep on his bedroll.
She began to disassemble their bags, setting up his sleeping bag right next to the fire pit to ensure maximum warmth, and built up the wall along...
(zoop?)
In the meantime, she began to set up a barrier against the wind, overlapping branches as she worked, her hair blowing in the breeze.
She would feel him kiss the top of her head before he drifted off to sleep.
She followed him obediently as they walked. Her ears and hands were getting cold, and she blew into them to keep them warm.
Puck didn't respond and Ben sighed before lying down next to Calliope, gently wrapping his arms around her waist.
She followed him, still silently marveling at the snowflakes. As they walked, through, her gaze strayed to the back of his neck and a frown of...
Puck finally spoke, his voice low. “So... it’s real? What you feel for her is genuine?” She would be able to hear in Ben’s voice that he was a...
She nodded agreeably, looking up and noticing his expression. She reached down tentatively and squeezed his hand before letting go. “Don’t worry,...
Neither of them had noticed her consciousness, but Ben was still rubbing her back. “I don’t know,” he told Puck, looking over at him. “It...
She considered this, sticking out her tongue. When one fell on her tongue, she laughed, a soft little noise that sounded almost like she had...
Ben looked down at her, rubbing her back gently. “Maybe not,” he said eventually. “But I guess that’s all we can hope for, you know? Just love...
She pulled her hood back, her reaction completely opposite to his. The snowflakes fell on her hair and she tipped her head back, a cloud passing...
He leaned down and kissed her temple before Puck spoke. “She doesn’t love you, you know.” Ben looked up, a strange expression crossing his face....
She laughed a little, looking up at him. “Don’t worry, Zer,” she said gently. “I know I’m not exactly your type.”
“You go ahead,” he said, sitting down next to her. “I’ll keep watch.”
She frowned, tilting her head curiously. “Why would I be flirting with you? That doesn’t seem like me.”
Puck laid down on his bedroll, his back to the two of them. Ben was looking around in interest before looking over at Calliope. “You must be...
She tilted her head before smiling at him. "Don't worry," she soothed, her voice gentle and quiet. "I'll keep you warm."
