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He watched her go, a confused look on his face. After a moment he smiled slightly, and went to go the field.
"I don't surpass you," she said. "Not at all."
"Only a few," he answered her. "I let them go afterwards, though."
He seemed surprised, and his eyebrows furrowed. "It's... no problem."
She paused for a moment, almost like she was processing. After a moment, she shook her head. "Gah.. You're too amazing."
She laughed. It was a nice laugh. "No, thank God. He usually let them back go."
"That doesn't mean I can't help," he told her. "He's just one guy, too."
"I know," she replied softly, tilting her head. "That's why I said it."
Eliza looked up. "The cave salamanders? Oh, I'm sure you'll be able to find one pretty quickly. Francis used to hunt for them all the time when...
"I'll try to always be there," he said. "I can help."
She kissed his jaw. "I'll always have you."
He laughed. "Yeah. That's where they are."
"But I want to know," he said. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Her hands lightly touched the back of his neck, and she smiled. "I'm glad I'm yours," she murmured into his ear, her voice soft.
"A bunch of shops and stuff," he said. "It's quite nice." "There's also an interesting forest trail," Miles added. "We used to go there a lot."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, meeting her gaze.
She sighed, her gaze adoring. "I wish I had known," she told him. "I'm glad you waited for me."
He smiled at her. "Me too."
He looked at her, then gently took one of her arms. "I didn't know it was this bad," he said quietly, referring to the bruises. "Are you okay?"
"I knew it," she said with a grin, tilting her head as she watched him thoughtfully. "You know," she began, her words slow, "sometimes I just...
