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He laughed again, but it was cut short as pain shot through him. He shifted uncomfortably while he spoke. "Inconvenient for you. I'd be fine."
She gave him a small smile before returning to her room.
He shook his head, looking over at her. "Nah, it's funny. I'm not going to die."
She watched him go before nodding slightly. "Okay."
"I was just... if I died in my sleep tonight, then you'd be stuck having to drag around a corpse until you found your necklace," he said, his...
"No, yeah. Totally. When are we leaving? Are we going right now?"
She would hear him lie back in bed. There was a silence before he started laughing, a low chuckle that broke through the darkness.
She looked surprised, her grey eyes widening slightly. "Really? Sure."
He looked over at her before turning out the light and closing the door, returning to the bed and sitting down with a sigh of relief, still...
"You should probably go scout that out beforehand, Abel."
He frowned, dropping his shirt and leaning down to wash his face. "We'll find your necklace tomorrow and then you can go home and not worry."
She seemed intrigued, resting her head on her hand. "Where would you be setting up?"
He frowned at her, but lifted the hem of his shirt to inspect his abdomen, revealing bruises that were already beginning to form. "I just made...
She laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. "What would that entail?"
He squinted at her. "Why do you want to know?"
"Can I do anything to help?" she asked, tilting her head.
He laughed lightly, wiping some blood from the corner of his mouth. "I think you might be hard pressed to find a place where I'm 'welcome'."
She watched him nervously, folding her hands. "...you might get hurt."
He noticed her watching and frowned, his free hand gripping the sink. "Seriously, Fleur. Don't worry; I can still find your necklace. Just go to...
"But... there's going to be chaos if you do that," she said, her dark brows furrowing as she considered him. "There's going to be a... I don't...
