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She gave him a small, sad smile. "Ezekiel. If they see a nomad walking around with clothing fit for royalty, the militia does not tend to...
She blinked, shaking her head emphatically. "No, I can't." * * * They sat outside the ice cream shop a little while later, with Charlie...
She tugged on the silk shirt. "This is nice. Is this what you wear regularly?" she asked, looking down at herself. * * * (Zoop?)
"That's a tall order," she said, beginning to wrap the bandages around her legs. "I'm very arrestable, apparently." * * * He nodded, heading for...
She considered him for a moment before shrugging almost playfully. "Well, keep bursting me out of prison, and I'll never leave your side." * *...
She blinked in surprise, sitting up on the railing and looking over at him curiously. "Run off? What do you mean?" * * * He sighed irritably...
She eyed him curiously, raising one eyebrow. "Why are you insistent upon taking such good care of me?" she asked, her low voice quiet. * * *...
Her smile met her eyes and she considered him for a moment before sitting up, looking across the dark city in the night. "I should probably head...
She considered him, her gaze softening. "A friend. Hm. I like it." * * * "I can't marry her! She's a religious... loony!"
She looked over at him thoughtfully, giving him a small smile, the first one he would have seen since she was freed. "Sure, sir," she said...
She was silent for a moment, leaning on her hand. "So this is where you watch," she said slowly. "I'll look for you, next time." * * * He...
She came up behind him, leaning up against the banister next to him. "It's beautiful," she said quietly. * * * Charlie was obviously agitated,...
She came out a couple of minutes later. Her cheeks were rosy from the heat of the shower and the cream silk shirt draped over her frame...
This seemed to embarrass her even more and she disappeared back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. * * * Charlie looked...
Her shower was very short and she came out a few minutes later, the towel wrapped around her, her wet hair dripping water. She seemed embarrassed...
She nodded, retreating into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. The door locked and the faucet squeaked as she turned on the shower. *...
She exhaled slowly, her shoulders relaxing for the first time since he had seen her. "Thank you, sir," she said quietly. "You've been very good...
She hesitated, going over to the door and noticing the lock to the bathroom. "No, don't... don't worry. You've already done so much. Would...
The locking motion seemed to make her nervous and she frowned, looking over at the bathroom. "Right now...?" she asked hesitantly, her voice...
She frowned, but said nothing more as they entered his room. * * * He left, going through the doors and closing them behind him.
