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He frowned, looking down for a moment. “Huh.”
She blinked, looking up at him. "Why? I really like them."
He raised an eyebrow. "Really? Why?"
She flushed in embarrassment, looking sheepish as he pulled out of her touch. "...sorry. They look cool." She patted the top of her head. "I...
He smiled, tilting his head. "I missed you too," he told her before his brow furrowed. "I think. I'm really fuzzy."
She looked up at him, his horns catching her eye. "What do your horns even do?" she asked, squinting as she reached up and tapped the tip of one...
He raised an eyebrow playfully. "While I was sleeping?"
She sighed, looking up at him affectionately before rolling up her sleeve, showing him the cut. It hadn't changed. "See? It's fine. I'll clean...
He laughed a little, his grey eyes softer than normal as he considered her. "Thank you."
She frowned at him, raising one eyebrow as she considered him. “I’m not above complaining. If it was bad, I’d tell you.”
“Any sleep is good sleep,” he told her, resting his forehead against the bars. “Did you stay the whole time?”
She squinted at him. “You just saw it, Z. I’m fine.”
He looked down, his face softening. Standing up, he walked over to the edge of the cell, his hands wrapping around the bars. “Hi. You’re still here.”
"I didn't," she protested. "It's just a cut."
He seemed confused that he was alone, sitting up straight and squinting up at the light.
She pulled her sleeve down. "It's fine."
Ben didn't wake up until about another hour, stirring uncertainly.
She looked over at him, her face softening. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” she said softly. “I was really frightened.”
He nodded, heading for the stairs.
“Did you see me?” she protested, looking up at him. “I swiped at his mouth.”
