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He raised an eyebrow at her. "We'll see."
She didn't know what to say, pulling away with a sad expression on her face. At the same time, she looked.. upset. Angry at the lack of justice....
"You complimented me," he said curiously. "You'd probably blush if I did that too."
She whimpered at the imagery, going quiet as she held Ben close.
He flushed a little again, frowning still. "Yeah, we should go with your plan. Our clothes need a wash."
Her eyes widened and she searched his face. "What are you talking about..?"
He opened the door with a small, still buttoning up his grayish top, otherwise he was ready. "What?"
She went down with him, watching him nervously as she went to wipe his tears. "What is it, Ben? What's wrong? What can I do?"
He laughed a little, squinting at her before going to get changed.
Her brows furrowed. She didn't say anything, only watched with that panicked look on her face.
"Great," he said, pulling out clothes and heading to the bathroom. "We should try to leave as soon as we can."
She helped him stand, looking around anxiously. "What's wrong, Ben? What is it?"
He seemed unsure as to how to go about this, tapping his chin. "Do you remember what the blacksmith's looks like?"
She offered her hands to help him up. "You.. You have wings, Ben."
He blinked, looking back at her with curious, violet eyes. "You did? What was it?"
She looked terrified, but reached down to gently rest her hand on his jaw. "B-Ben... Are you okay?"
He groaned, standing up and going over to his bag. "I'm going to get changed. We should head out to look soon."
She tried to approach again, her brows furrowed anxiously as she moved to touch his shoulder.
"I don't want you to die," he shot back stubbornly, though it was clear he wasn't angry. "I would have been fine."
She hoped he was okay, trying to catch any glimpse before turning back to Ben.
