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He murmured sleepily, his eyes fluttering open. “...hm?”
“Hi,” she said excitedly, taking his arm instinctively. “How was the treasurers?”
(Zoop!) It was early the next morning when there would be a knock at the door. Ben was curled around her, his hand on her waist.
He would finally see her approaching him. She would be easy to pick out, her pink cloak contrasting against the dark surroundings as she hurried...
She would be shocked by how quickly he drifted off, his hand in her hair.
(Zoop?)
His hands rested on her back and he sighed a little, closing his eyes again.
She gave him a smile before heading off, the paper bags in her arms.
He opened one eye. “Are you sure?”
She nodded, squeezing his arm with her free hand. “Yes. I’ll see you soon. Fifteen minutes?”
He settled back into the pillows, closing his eyes. “...you were going to talk to Puck.”
They got outside and she looked at him, adjusting the bags in her arms. “Okay. Split up?”
"Uh huh," he said, opening his arms to her.
She gave him a smile and a cheerful wave before heading for the door, expecting Zerras to follow.
"I mean that you don't seem to have grasped the point," he replied, lying back down.
"That makes sense," she agreed, taking the bag in her arms. "Also, you're a little freaked out about the trolls. I get it. They're a little scary."
He laughed a little. "Is it a trait of elves to not take hints?"
She tilted her head. "Then why do you dislike it so much?" she asked, frowning at him. "Oh! Are you afraid of trolls?"
He squinted at her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "That's not the message you were supposed to get from that," he chided.
"A bad day, huh?" she asked sympathetically. "No, we're not from Saimore. Have you ever been?"
