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He frowned, coming over to her and resting his hands on her shoulder. "You can tell me, Aspen."
"I'm distraught," he informed her, a little quieter now.
She panted slightly, eyeing him warily. "*squee!*ing human. *squee!*ing humans," she cursed under her breath, brandishing her dagger. "There's more...
"Or... I don't know. In general."
"What kind of feelings?" he asked, looking very concerned at this point.
"More upset than I've ever been," he informed her, raising one eyebrow.
He cut her cheek and her hand flew to it before she put her hand on his chest, blasting him backwards with a force of energy. "Get back!"
She laughed slightly, although they'd be able to tell that she was still focused elsewhere. "Sariel, is there anything you can do to watch over...
He still seemed confused, leaning against the counter with his arms folded. "Feelings...?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.
“I’m really upset.”
She scrambled to her feet, swiping the knife at him, her hands beginning to glow. “Get back!”
“He knows I could take him in a fight,” she said, raising one eyebrow.
“Understand or handle what?”
"No, you're not. You'd do it again."
She kicked him in the stomach, trying to pull away.
"He just can't make any more puns."
"Did he say something?"
"That's so mean."
Her voice was caught in her throat and she drew her blade, looking up with wide eyes.
She looked over at him and paused before giving him a smile and patting his arm. "Don't worry, Sariel. I wouldn't actually."
