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"Ha. Not anymore."
She went to sit up, her jaw clenching as she winced
He gave her a small smile. "Thanks."
"Hm.. Request denied?"
Avice woke up again awhile later, looking around nervously.
He squinted. "That was confusing."
"That's.. also true."
(Zoop?)
"I do."
"But it's different."
She went quiet, soon drifting off again.
He nodded. "Sometimes it's like cooking."
"I'd rather not, honestly."
She took his hand, her brows furrowed. "It hurts."
He laughed. "I think I got it from making potions."
"Understandable."
She watched him carefully before patting the spot beside her on the bed.
"Does it..? Well, that's good at least."
"I'm sure you'll get used to it in no time."
He cocked her head, her brows furrowing. "Are you crying? What happened?"
