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She looked down at the food before frowning suddenly, looking up at him. "You, uh... you actually don't need to make me food. I'm not too hungry."
He exhaled slowly, looking down at the ground. "It's... it's not your fault. I'm sorry."
"I can stop," she said, looking up at him.
She hesitated, looking down at Gray. "You... you don't feel like I'm pandering because of the leg thing, right? Like, just because of your arm,...
Her worried expression softened, and she hesitated before resting her head in the curve of his neck, wrapping her free arm around his waist and...
"Not a baby, but my baby."
"I'm so glad."
She leaned into his touch instinctively, looking up at him.
"I hate it. Do you have any idea, Avice, what it's like to lose half of your life?"
"My baby," she murmured lovingly, her nose brushing the skin of his neck.
"Do you like him?"
"Hey," she said, still looking slightly sad. She looked down at the omelets. "That smells good."
"I don't know what to do about this."
"Aw," she teased, resting her head in the curve of his neck. "My little baby is an alchemist!"
"The best dog."
She hesitated in the doorway before coming over and kissing his cheek.
He looked up, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Talk? About what?"
"Why would you need all that if you could do magic?"
They approached the cafe, and Petra looked down at Gray. "He's good, right?"
She came back down a few minutes later, holding a sleeping James.
