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She looked back at Ben for moment before turning back. "He's Fae."
He crossed his arms before pulling on his cloak again.
She looked up at the guards with a frown. She looked a little defensive, maybe irritated.
He pulled the shirt down. "All done."
"Okay," she said quietly. "That's okay."
He got changed, pulling on the pants and moving to slip on the shirt.
She frowned, her brows furrowed. "What did they do in the dungeon?"
He frowned, looking over at her. "Close your eyes."
She shook her head slowly. "No. I made it out."
He nodded slightly, opening his bag to pull out a change of clothes.
He thumb brushed his cheek gently. "Then what?"
He blinked before nodding, turning his head away and closing his eyes.
"I'm okay.. I'm worried about you. Do you remember what happened?"
He looked ahead and they got back to camp. He went to sit down.
She frowned, coming closer and resting her hand on his cheek. "It's okay, Ben."
"It's what I believe," he said warmly.
"You're in the elven kingdom," she said with a frown. "It'll be okay."
He rolled his eyes. "You're just good."
She laughed sadly. "You're not dead."
"That's not why I think you're a good person," he said flatly, as the light of their campfire got nearer.
