Stuffy and Eluuna's 1 on 1!

“Excellent,” she said primly as Dylan passed her the book. “Well done. You’re dismissed.”

 

There was a flash of red hair within one of the tents and Penelope pointed it out.

“Abernathy is in there, Francis. If you're looking for her.”

 

Inside the tent, there was an unconscious man on a bed. Poppy was cleaning fresh stitches on his belly, her brow furrowed. Her back was to Francis and she finished the job, taking a bandage to cover the stitches.

 

Poppy sighed and took off her gloves, tossing them into the garbage. She rubbed the back of her neck before turning and freezing when she saw him.

 

She sighed in relief and hurtied over to him, wrapping her arms around his torso and burying her face in his chest.

“Oh, thank God,” she muttered weakly. “Oh, thank God.”

 

“Yeah. I’m okay. I’m okay now that you’re here. Are you alright? Did they hurt you at all?”

 

She sighed, feeling at home in his arms.

“God, I missed you. I never doubted you.”

 

“I love you too, Craw. I’m so glad you’re safe,” she told him, pulling him closer.

 

She frowned, looking down at the unconscious man.

“We got attacked, but it was a surprise for everybody; it was just a scouting crew that stumbled upon us. We got rid of them fairly quickly.”

 

“Yeah, but we have the sphere now, which should probably keep us hidden for a while,” she said. She paused, looking up at him thoughtfully, her hand on his jaw.

“You sure you’re alright?”