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He cried out as she tried to help him stand, his hand wrenching away from hers and going to his ribs. "Til! Hedyl mendibly poivre syldi!"
Her hair brushed his neck and smelt like her shampoo. She fell asleep instantly.
He frowned, tilting his head as he took them. "Edette... Ionei vedeyl," he replied, looking concerned.
Her thin fingers intertwined with his, the skin on her hands incredibly soft as her thumb brushed his palm.
He looked up at her blearily. "Avec... avec di'syll," he said, his voice low and quiet. "Idette myillt adoa calo... cecyl..?"
She scooted up to him, her back to his chest. "Thanks, Warns. I love you."
There was no one in sight; it was almost one in the morning. August stirred slightly.
She looked relieved, looking up at him. "Really?"
He was unconscious, his lips parted slightly.
She seemed embarrassed. "Could we, uh... could we spoon? I know it's embarrassing, but... I don't know. We don't have to."
She found him a couple hours later. He was leaning against a brick wall in an alleyway, unconscious. He had a black eye and was bleeding from a...
She nodded before looking up at him. "Can I ask you to do something kinda weird?"
Late that evening, when she returned to the house, it was empty. The translator rested where she had left it.
"Would that be okay?" she asked. "I'm sorry I'm such a wimp, it's just... I wish I could explain it adequately. It's almost fascinating how much...
(Zoop?)
She slipped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest. "I'm so tired, Warner," she said after a moment. "He really went after me...
He just watched her, not saying anything.
"No, I know, but..." She sighed before reaching for him.
He just watched her, his brows furrowed with sadness. "Eli's down there."
"I don't know," she said, sitting on his bed. "Be upset, I guess."
