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She folded her arms, looking conflicted. "Yeah. I do know. But you still... you could have died. You so easily could have died, Abel..." Her...
He glanced up at her, his brow furrowing.
"But you could have," she replied, tilting her head. "You could have gotten out of there so much faster if it weren't for me, and you stayed." Her...
He was digging through the picnic basket, pulling out various items, but it seemed more that he was looking for something to do rather than...
She sat, looking up at him, her brows furrowing. "Thank you for taking care of me," she said quietly, still holding his hand. "Thank you for not...
He was quiet for a moment before pulling away, almost self-consciously. "Here. I have some food for you."
She took it, stumbling slightly. "Maybe... Honestly, at this point, I don't really care."
He laughed out loud, leaning against her gently. "That's sweet."
She watched him, tilting her head. "Go get some sleep," she said quietly.
He looked over at her, tilting his head. "It'll be okay. You'll find someone else to steal your necklace."
She hesitated, reaching out to cup the back of his neck gently. "Is your back okay? Can I help you?"
He fell silent, not looking at her. "Probably not for a while."
She winced as he worked, taking a deep breath. "We're going to need to talk about all of this," she said quietly. "All of it. But maybe not...
"I don't know," he said honestly. "I've been wiring any money I have over to pay for it for years, but that leaves a record, you know? I just... I...
"I'm just so glad to be out of there," she said softly. "I'm so glad you're okay, Abel... I was so frightened."
"I think I need to go see Alyssa," he said, watching the horizon. "I can't... I don't want to take her out of the boarding school, but it might be...
She opened her eyes, looking over at him again. "Are you okay...?"
He nodded, offering her a wine bottle, a smaller one-serving size. "I am too. I missed you."
Her eyes were closed when he returned, her head leaning back against the wall and her hand tight against the wound.
He opened the picnic basket, pulling out some bread and cheese and fruit, watching the water. "Are you happy, Fleur?"
