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"I think this might be making it worse," she admitted.
"Thank you. So why didn't you eat it? The meffen?"
She nodded, beginning to walk in small circles.
"Thank you," he said proudly, nodding to himself. "I don't think they understood perfectly, but I pointed a lot."
"I don't normally get migraines."
"I learned it for you!" he said eagerly, looking up at her. "Ready? Listen." He cleared his throat. "Meffen," he said, the translator not...
She nodded, leaning against the wall. "Okay. Should I go for a walk or something?"
He frowned, sitting up. "I went out and bought that," he said with a huff. "i learned how to order a muffin for you."
She huffed, frowning in disappointment. “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”
He looked dismayed, looking down at the ship. “Working. Did you eat the muffin?”
There was a clang followed by a small groan. He pulled out from under the ship, frowning. “Hey, Pen,” he said, grime on his face. “Did you get...
She frowned up at him, tilting her head. “...really?”
She would eventually find him by the ship, his feet sticking out from underneath it.
She shook her head slowly. “It’s just a bad migraine. I can go again.”
He wasn't nearby. The muffin was still warm.
"A little, I think," she grumbled, closing her eyes as the migraine swept over her. "It's alright."
There was a muffin on the table, bought from the bakery.
"What do you picture it like?" she asked, rubbing her temple as the migraine began.
He wasn't there when she awoke.
She looked confused and concerned. "Do you not know?"
