Weaver of Shadows
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“Alright.” He smiled at her. “Thank you.” He winced in pain.
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“You think I won’t tell her?” He laughed.
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He smiled. “So what’s our plan?”
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Edgar glared at him. So it was really just an act for when she was awake.
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He smiled at that. Usually he’d assume that someone complimenting him was just lying, but Jenny didn’t lie.
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“I think you should, it looks good. Though I can’t really imaging it not looking good, it’s you we’re talking about after all.”
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“That could help, thank you. I really do appreciate everything you’re doing for me, I’m sorry if I’ve been…less than helpful, both physically and mentally.”
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“That makes sense.” He idly twisted a finger lightly through her hair, curling it around his pointer finger. “I like your hair,” he said, somewhat stupidly.
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He held her gently, close to him, and spoke softly, trying to help her headache, or at least not hurt it more. ”I like the color yellow, pasta, and dogs. What about you?”
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He moved so his shadow blocked the sun from her eyes. “Is that any better? Close your eyes too, that’ll help. Maybe you should try to go back to sleep? Sometimes that can help with headaches.” He hated seeing her in pain. It was worse than any injury he’d suffered.
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He leaned back against her, supporting her weight. “No, it didn’t. Do you have one?” He glared at Roy again. This was his fault.
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He didn’t notice the strange cut off. “Ok, I trust you.”
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“Can I trust the feeling?” He rested his head on hers again, holding her hand.
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“…are you sure? Why do you think that? Are you ok, you seem like there’s something wrong.” Something you aren’t telling me. ”I trust you though.”
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“I will. I just…wish I weren’t so helpless.” He shrugged. “It’s ok though. I also don’t trust Roy. He has some strange motive for all of this, he’d never protect me for anything he didn’t think was life or death. Even then, I’m not sure if he would.”
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He took Gift, but nothing appeared on the surface. He gave it back, looking confused. “I don’t know if you can,” he whispered.
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He looked at her and smiled sadly.
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I will never leave. Slow down your breathing, match mine please. He sent her feelings of calmness.
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Edgar looked down. They thought he needed protection from things that they didn’t. And the thing was…they were probably right. Right now, the only purpose he served for the quest was to keep Jenny happy. He sighed softly. @RoyalBeeMage
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With me, you are safe. “In, out.”
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Edgar glared at Roy. Why was he being so nice? Was he…trying to replace Edgar? No, that couldn’t be possible…could it? He pulled Jenny ever so slightly closer to him. “Be careful with that food, it might be poisoned.” @RoyalBeeMage
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“Better, now out. You’re safe now.”
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“Breathe in…out…”
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He didn’t move. “Yes, you are. Breathe with me. In…out…”
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“No. You’re more important.” He hugged her close, his mother looking disapprovingly.
