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“For what? You’ve done nothing wrong.”
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“Umm…ok.”
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She reddened as well. “That’s an option…are you ok with it?”
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She looked back, just as determined.
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“No, I’m not allowing that. You take it.”
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“…we only have enough for one room.”
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“Yep.” She looked at the few coins they had left, then seemed to grow solemn.
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“Did you get enough?” Helda asked after he finished eating.
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Helda did the same. He couldn’t possibly mean what he’d said…could he?
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She blushed deeply. “You think I’m joking, don’t you. I’m not.”
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“Thank you. But…isn’t it just an illusion? I shaped this body to be how I wanted it. You on the other hand…you didn’t choose to be that handsome. You just are.”
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She held his gaze. And it was perfect. Everything was right for one.
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“I hope I can help somehow.” She didn’t let go of his hand.
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“I know that feeling. I have survived so many times when I should have died. Someone else always did instead. But the only thing you can do now is try to make her death meaningful by making your life meaningful.” Helda grabbed his hand. “I don’t think you’ll ever fully move on. But I do hope that you can work past the pain.
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“Yes it is. If it’s bothering you then it’s important.”
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“Mostly?”
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“Good,” she said, looking at him adoringly. When he wasn’t beaten or covered in grave dust, he was even more handsome.
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She took it and they began walking towards the inn.
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“I should be able to. But…maybe you could give me your arm still?” she blushed once again.
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“For a night at least.”
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“Should we…see if there’s an inn?” She was bright red as well.
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“Honestly, I just want to be in your arms again. But we should probably find some shelter and food.”
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“Do you want the honest answer or what I think we should do?”
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“And yet you can’t understand why I need you.” She laughed softly. “You really are an amazing person, Tayen.”
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“You needed me to have one.”
