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"You can like them," he said, "but they still get in the way."
"Apparently you were.. acting really strange. You terrified and.. I don't know."
He looked back down at her. "They're an inconvenience.."
She frowned slightly. "I was told they wiped your memory of your time in the dungeon."
He tipped his head back, pulling out of her touch. "Huh? ...They don't do much. Ancient demons used to fight with them."
She tipped her head back. "While I had escaped."
He nodded slowly. "Alright. If you say so."
She sighed, watching him. "I missed you."
He still seemed unsure. "I don't know.."
She reached up and playfully poked his forehead, her touch light. "Yeah."
"I hardly had time to see it," he said stubbornly.
She stood up as well, her head tilting slightly. "Yeah. Did you sleep well?"
"Then let me see it," he said with a frown.
Her eyes fluttered at the shuffling and she looked up again. "Ben?"
He noticed, his features sharpening a little. "Then why did you hide it?"
Cal was still outside the cell, her eyes closed as she was in a light sleep.
He gave a small nod. "How is your arm?"
She watched him go sadly, but didn't say anything, feeling that would be better for both of them.
"I saw," he said flatly. "Trolls are very resilient. It'll be okay."
Her gaze softened and she looked up at him. "Alright.."
