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“Fine.”
“I don’t want you to die if anything goes wrong.”
He sighed, leaning back against the wall. “Tired. I haven’t been sleeping much.”
He sighed, shaking his head. “You say that...”
“You should rest, Bee.”
“Because I don’t want to beat you up.”
She leaned against him. “Don’t die.”
He sighed, looking down at his hands. “Well, I hope it makes you feel better.”
He kissed her hair, rubbing his back. “I’m sorry.”
“But you had an antler sawed off.”
“Stop it.”
“It should be fine,” she said slowly, looking up at him.
“Pointless? Why?”
“I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m actually going to kick you.”
Poppy sat next to him and the woman left the room.
He sighed, pulling his knees to his chest. "How do you feel about that?"
"Maybe he's not staying long?"
She led them to a waiting room, ornate paintings decorating the walls. "Please have a seat. She'll be with you shortly."
