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He seemed unamused. "You'd be surprised with these aristocratic types."
"It's up to you," she repeated slowly, wrapping the blankets around her.
She went pale and her gaze darted to him protectively. "What? No, I... I can't do that. What if I *squee!* it up? What if I hurt him?"
"I know. Alexandria can't find out."
She hesitated before shaking her head. "It's up to you if you want to stay or not."
She looked concerned, her brows furrowing. "But... what would I even try it on?"
He laughed lowly. "We're in big trouble."
She was quiet before standing up. "I'm actually going to go up to bed. You don't have to stay if you don't want to, but..."
"No," she said, tilting her head. "People get their powers from how they died, right? I died some mysterious way, but I know I wasn't a good...
He looked down at her with a small smile, brushing her hair back.
"Yeah," she said with a nod, lying back against him. "Yeah..."
She splayed her hands, trying to find the right words. "I wasn't a good enough person when I was alive to be able to be good at healing," she...
He moved slightly, clearly surprised, before his hand came up to run through her hair.
"Yeah, I'm... I'm okay. It happens."
"I'm not... you know. Good enough."
He turned to look at her, one brow raised.
"Don't do that. I'm fine."
She looked sad. "I don't think I can do that."
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"Yeah," she said, shaking her head. "Yeah. It's okay."
