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He squinted at her, raising one eyebrow playfully. “What are you talking about? You’re the bravest person I know.”
She nodded in response, looking thoughtful. "We could split up when you go to the treasurer," she mused. "I can try and find a spot." She...
His face softened a little as he watched her. His hand reached up and he gently tucked her hair back behind her ear. "I missed you too," he...
She frowned, looking up at him. “Maybe it would be best to stay,” she replied. “We don’t need to rent a room or anything, but it’s probably safer...
She hugged the coat to her chest, following him. "I think I have enough for everything," she mused. "That last delivery actually did pretty well."
He laughed a little, slipping his arms around her waist. "So, you're admitting you have nothing better to do?"
She blinked, considering it carefully. “You’re a genius,” she said, looking up at him with a grin
“Maybe you’re not tired,” he suggested. “Maybe you’re not looking to hang out in a bed with a broken faerie. Maybe you have things to do.”
She considered this, frowning. “I like yellows,” she ventured. “And peaches. And greens. And blues.”
He rolled his eyes, leaning over towards her. “It’s not about whether you mind, elf,” he replied, raising one eyebrow. “It’s about what you want.”
This seemed a decision of utmost importance to her, and she frowned, considering the many cloaks in front of her. “Uhm...”
He looked up at her in surprise, his brow knitted together thoughtfully. “Do you want to?”
“Well, I... I wanted to see what you were going to buy first,” she said uncertainly. “Should I buy the same one?”
He looked down at the bed, squinting a little. “I feel like if I let you go, you won’t come back,” he said with a self-conscious laugh.
She looked around uncertainly. “Uhm... no. Not exactly.”
“Always,” he admitted. “But I can stay up for you.”
She brightened before noticing the black one. “What about that one? Do you like it?”
He looked up again, his arms tightening around her waist. “I can’t get over it,” he replied, shaking his head a little.
“Would you get one the same color as mine?” she asked, looking up at him.
His face may have fell a little and he looked uncertain, his gaze flickering away. “I am... not good at being clear with my emotions,” he said...
