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She laughed slightly, slipping on her glasses and squinting at him. "I'm very scary. I understand."
"Let's check inside the huts."
His eyes were already on her, and he looked down at her thoughtfully. "I love you too."
"Okay, well... I'm going to go to sleep. You're welcome to stay, but throwing a tantrum at my age really gets you tired," she said, flopping back...
"Yes, well," Eli said, wrinkling his nose as well. "They're not above slaughter."
He kissed her temple. "I'm glad you think so."
She sat up on her elbows, looking over at him. She was now wearing pajamas. "You're done?"
They eventually came across a camp. Huts made of unidentified material stood, and there came a distinct smell of rotting flesh. The fire pit in...
The city sprawled out in front of them, old marble buildings staring back at them. Elves walked down the cobblestone streets, chattering excitedly.
Adeline was lying on her bed, looking up at the ceiling.
He began to move forward as the sun broke over the horizon, painting the sky with vibrant reds and oranges.
They got to the top of the Ferris wheel and he glanced out. "Check it out."
(Zoop?)
"Good," he said, satisfied as he turned to look back out the field. "Let's move, then."
"Really?" he said with a grin, kissing her cheek. "I'm very glad to hear that."
She began to clean her room, frowning.
He shrugged slightly. "I don't know, but if I were to ask you, I would need you to do it, no questions asked."
"Do you, now?" he asked, sounding smugly pleased. "That's good to hear."
"Yeah, me too," she said distastefully, beginning to pick up some pillows.
"We're about to go into an abandoned Pillager camp. If I tell you to leave, you leave, okay? If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to leave...
