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“I said go away. I’ll take care of her.” He reached down, grabbing his knife’s hilt.
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“Go away.”
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Edgar watched over her, making sure nothing, especially Roy, would hurt her.
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“Of course I will. You should sleep, it’ll be good for you.” Her very gently picked her up, carrying her to her bag, then set her down, sitting next to her, unsure of what to do next.
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Edgar wanted to hug her tightly, to let her know he cared, that he was there with her. But he also didn’t want to hurt her any more than she already was. “I wish it didn’t. Are you sure you won’t drink the Gorgon’s blood?”
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“How’s your side feeling?” he asked, moving back and resting his head on hers again, arm around her waist.
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“Umm…you’re welcome. And I guess we are even.” He smiled at her. He really liked being around Jenny. Not only was she his girlfriend, which he still couldn’t believe, she was a good friend and an amazing person.
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Edgar thought she might be trying to kiss him? Maybe? Or maybe that’s just what he wanted her to do. Either way, he turned so that he was looking her in the eyes. He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss.
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He blushed, grinning widely. “I wish I could protect you. I’m not going to stop trying though. No matter how many times I can’t, I will always be trying.”
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“It shouldn’t be either of our turns. I said I’d protect you. I…I failed.”
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He smiled are her. “That makes sense. And I like having you lean on me too. I just don’t like that you’re in pain. I’d do anything to take it for myself instead.”
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“I understand, gods know I’ve been hurt enough to know how you feel. Oh! Gorgon’s blood! Do you need some? And Aaron will be fine, he just overextended himself.”
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It did as she asked. Edgar smiled as he read. “It’s not your fault you got hurt, it’s Roy’s. And I’m glad you think that.”
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He reached into his bag, but didn’t find any paper. Instead, Gift flowed to Jenny’s hand, becoming a sheet of metal that would inscribe what she wished. Hello again.
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Edgar jerked his head up, looking at Jenny. She had moved, it had hurt her. “Don’t move, please, it’ll hurt you.” But, seeing what she has tried to do, he pulled her a little closer to him, careful not to move her in a way that would hurt her.
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“You’re happy…and…” he laughed. “It’s ok, you can tell me later. He smiled again, and this time it didn’t go away.
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“You are happy…and you are going to stab Roy?” He smiled at her, then put his head back on hers. It felt good, to have his arm around her, his head on top of hers. Her hair was surprisingly warm…was that normal?
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She was…happy because she had Sword? Edgar couldn’t tell. “I don’t know what you’re saying.” He rested his head on hers for a second, then lifted it quickly, blushing. She probably wouldn’t want him to do that.
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He smiled, but it was a sad smile. “How can I be happy if you’re hurt? And if I know Roy’s planning something? You might think he’s changed, but I’ve known him longer. He won’t change, he never has and he never will.”
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He scooted over, then wrapped an arm around her, letting her rest against his side. He smiled widely. That smile immediately disappeared. He had no right to be happy, Jenny was hurt and Roy was planning something.
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He smiled at her. She wanted to go to the tree, but he was worried that moving her would hurt her. Sitting probably hurt her…maybe she needed something to lean against? She could lean against him if she wanted to. “You can lean against me if you want, I don’t want to move you and make it worse. But only if you’re ok with it.” He wanted her to.
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“Then don’t talk, please.” He finished wrapping her side, then sat there, unsure of how else to help. Jenny might trust Roy, but he didn’t. He never would. He’d never hated someone so much.
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Edgar gently pushed her back down, then began wrapping her side, his hands shaking. “I should have protected you better.” He looked at Roy, hatred in his eyes. “I can make sure this never happens again…” @RoyalBeeMage
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Edgar looked down. He hadn’t realized how hurt she was. It looked like it hurt a lot. “I’m so sorry!” How had he forgotten that she’d been hurt? “Yeah, I do.” He pulled some out of his bad, ignoring the wrapped head of Medusa. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
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Edgar held up his own dagger. “What are you hiding Roy?” @RoyalBeeMage
