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She tilted her head before giving him a small smile. "I like the farmer aesthetic, if that helps."
They only searched him for weapons before looking down at the medics. One of them appeared to be the leader, and she squinted up at the guards,...
She dropped her hands and gave him a small grin, laughing a little. "You look like a farmer."
The medics finally pulled away from him and he visibly relaxed, trying to sit up again. The guards moved forward and he tensed, pulling back.
She kept her hands pressed to her eyes. "All done?"
A frown crossed his mouth again and he looked confused, squinting a little. "I... I'm having a hard time thinking right now... I'm sorry."
She put her hands over her eyes obediently, leaning her head down. Before that, though, she had been looking at him anxiously, her mouth pressed...
He visibly relaxed and gave her a smile. “I knew you could do it.”
The clothing was plain and clear farming clothes. It was also quite large, made for a man quite a bit bigger than him.
“They... told me that they had found you. And they were going to hurt you.” He looked up at her. “That wasn’t true, right?”
She changed quickly, years of switching out of muddy clothing within a minute lending her ease at the task. She folded her dirty clothing before...
He looked confused, squinting up at the lone torch in mild annoyance. "You... you ran..."
She settled back down in her place, and opened her bag. "Would you mind closing your eyes?" she instructed tentatively. "I'm going to change..."
He looked up at her. His grey eyes were hazy as he squinted up at her, his hand coming up to rest on hers. "Are you okay...?"
She looked up at him, squinting as she considered him. "Huh. Thank you."
"What?" he asked, trying to sit up again. The guard pushed him down again and one of the medics looked over at Cal. "Keep him calm, please."
She looked up at him. "You can't just say that."
He paused and she could imagine him shifting a little. "Are you sure? Then how are you here?"
She eased her grip on his arm, looking up at him. "Is it because I feed you?"
“Can you tell me one thing?” he asked quietly, his eyes fast shut. “How did I die?”
