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She looked over at him as they settled into the car and took off, her entire face reflecting her relief. "I'm so glad you're you," she murmured,...
He squinted before going up on the chairs beginning to work.
She nodded, hastily leading him towards the door.
He closed the door behind him.
"I didn't like that," she confided in him, hooking arms with him again almost as if to soothe herself. "Can we go? Did I do well?"
He still looked worried, tilting his head. "...okay. Good night, Fleur."
Her shoulders relaxed when she saw him and she approached him. "Hi."
He looked at her, still looking concerned. "Are you sure you're okay?"
She walked away quickly, leaving him behind, twisting her fingers in her hands nervously.
He fell silent, picking up their bags and following her.
She turned to him, having regained some of her composure and placing a hand on his chest. "I'm going to go grab us another drink, alright?"
He tilted his head. "Are you okay?"
She proceeded to head back, her hands behind her back.
Ferris exhaled slightly. "That went well."
She laughed uncertainly, looking at him with a tilted head. "Well, then. You've succeeded." She gestured with her head. "Should we go back to...
She nodded, hobbling for the door. "You know vere the guest rooms are."
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Yes. It's... I'm speechless, I have to be honest."
She sniffled, standing up. "I... am going to bed. It's late."
She froze, her eyes wide as she looked out, her brow furrowed. She looked up at him. "What... what are they for?"
She hugged herself, saying nothing. "I do not vant to talk anymore."
