"This is where people come to settle down. Not your long-term goal, I can tell," she murmurs, carefully dabbing her healing salve onto her stitchwork at his neck.
"But you won't find anyone trying to chase you out."
Light, she means well. He straightens hastily, apologizing, as soon as he manages to pull himself together. No one will try to chase him out, unless they find out who and what he is.
But he'll make sure it doesn't come to that.
"Sorry," he says again, and, "Thank you. Are you done?"
"I suspect I better be, before you barrel me over in your haste to escape me," she says, teasing, but maybe not entirely lacking seriousness. She steps back to wipe her hands.
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"But you won't find anyone trying to chase you out."
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Light, she means well. He straightens hastily, apologizing, as soon as he manages to pull himself together. No one will try to chase him out, unless they find out who and what he is.
But he'll make sure it doesn't come to that.
"Sorry," he says again, and, "Thank you. Are you done?"
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"Come. I'll get you some food."
She turns, expecting him to follow.