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He frowned, looking down at it. "I don't know," he said after a moment. "Something about my hands with yours seemed to bother you."
He bobbed up from under the water, looking up at her. "You pushed me!"
"You know, like... rabbits or elves or something," she said, pulling her cloak tighter around herself. "Not your kind."
"Lead the way."
He hesitated. "I'd have to take your hand again to show you, and you didn't like that."
He nodded before exaggerating a stumble, falling backwards into the water.
She glanced around as if looking for an escape route, almost deerlike. "A man... I mean, no... I don't think so... no human ones, anyway."
She stood up, crossing her arms.
He looked down at her. "Like what?"
"Yeah, I figured. I can jump off if that'll make you feel better."
She hesitated, studying him with eyes like mist over a dark ocean. "A man... besides you?" she asked, still looking nervous.
She pulled away for a moment, glaring at him. "Fine."
He didn't notice, flipping the pancake. "I don't know if I did something wrong or something, but I don't like it when you're upset," he mused....
He looked down at her in confusion. "What's up?"
She gasped in surprise and the bird flew away, startled by his appearance. She eyed him wearily, her hand on her dagger under her brown cloak....
"No! You can't make me!"
He frowned, turning back to the breakfast. "You look beautiful, but sad. I don't know what's going on."
He followed her.
She whistled lightly, pulling her hair back and tying it with a red ribbon. A bird, a small robin, flew down and she dimpled, extending a singular...
"You... you... ass!"
