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"That feels... weird."
He glared up at her, one brow raised.
She pulled away, clearing her throat embarrassedly. "A little shaken, I guess, but I'm alright."
He glared at her.
(Zoop?)
She put away her last shirt and looked up at him. "What do we do now? Just... go to sleep?"
He yelped, falling back.
He would be able to smell the now familiar scent of jasmine in her hair. "Thank you," she said quietly.
"Stop that."
"Yeah. Let's go."
They got into their room on the ship and Poppy said nothing as she unpacked, her brows furrowed.
It evaporated.
She looked at him, her brows furrowed before she stepped forward and tentatively hugged him.
"Huh. That's a pity."
"Good. I'm glad we agree."
"It's my own magic!"
Petra stood up slowly, a small slice across her throat, and she stared at him in disbelief. "You... you saved me."
He laughed slightly, coming over and kissing her cheek. "You regret it?"
"So funny."