Pirates! (One-on-One)

"It hurts a little," she admitted. "I can deal with it, though."

 

"No," she answered, her grip loosening. "I think I'll be able to handle it."

 

She nodded.

"Yeah. I'll tell you if I need it."

 

"I won't," she assured. "When can I walk?"

 

"All of my clean clothes are in my room," she said with a frown.

 

"Could you?" she asked. "I'd appreciate it."

 

She thought for a moment.

"Hm. Anything that looks comfortable."

 

She nodded, pausing to put her hair up into a loose bun.

"Thank you."

 

"Love you," she said, tilting her head.

 

Once he got to her room, he would find it in a very neat condition. The easel facing a corner with a folder of paintings that were finished and unfinished. The clothes would easily be found in a short dresser. On the easel stood a painting of the ocean, marked with a recent date. In the painting it was night, the waves only distuingishable by the moonlight.