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He kissed her forehead gently. “Do you want to be alone?”
“And I don’t quite know why,” she continued. “You don’t need to be.”
He sighed, considering her. "Wait a week. He'll realize that he was being mean in a week. He needs you more than you need him, I think."
She tilted her head, watching him. "You're good to me," she replied, returning her attention to his food.
He laughed a little, brushing her hair back. "That's true... you're a warrior. I'm sorry, Cal."
She looked up at him with a small frown. "You're a good guy, Zer," she said softly, folding her hands in her lap.
He sighed a little, shaking his head thoughtfully. "Yeah. I figured. Do you want me to go talk to him? Maybe I can bury the hatchet..."
She looked up at him before nodding a little, her shoulders slumping. “...okay.”
His face softened and he tilted his head. “Oh, Cal, I’m sorry...” he said gently, reaching out and cupping her jaw. “Do you want to talk about it?”
She looked up at him. “I do trust you..”
It was Ben. He had a smile on his face, but it dropped when he saw her expression. “What is it?”
She sighed a little, looking up at him, her brows furrowed. "I suppose... we could return to the farm if things got really bad," she ventured.
About an hour later, there came a soft knock on her door.
She looked down at the coins before looking up at him again, pressing her lips together. "Money runs out," she said quietly. "And we could be...
(Zoop?)
He could tell by the way she set her mouth that she didn't quite believe that, looking up at him with wide eyes. She had dark circles under her...
His shoulders slumped and he exhaled shakily, closing his eyes.
She still pulled at the bag weakly. “But... we’re gonna run out, Zer,” she said, her voice low.
“I’m not looking at anyone else’s side?” he replied incredulously. “Get out of here, Calliope. I don’t want to see your face.”
Her face fell and she frowned at him disapprovingly, looking like she might burst into tears. “...yes.”
