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"This is better than poison..." He choked, voice ragged as he spoke. |
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Kayla nodded and continued, silent and her mouth in a tight line |
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"I'm sorry for leaving you..." He started, keeping his gaze down. |
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Gale stayed quiet and kept his head down, letting Kayla drag him along. |
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"After everything you've had to deal with regarding me....well, you should punish me in some way. Throw me out or something." She muttered, ducking behind a corner as a guard passed and they made it deeper into the trees. "And you're lucky I grabbed this." She said, softer this time, taking a numbing ointment from her pocket as well as a fresh needle and longer thread |
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"I'm not going to 'throw you out', Kayla." He growled, wincing as his leg twitched a stump. "Guess I am," Gale mumbled, making sure they were deep enough in the trees before he pulled away and limped over to a tree before sliding to the ground, his eyes shut as he stifled a groan. |
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Kayla held his face for a moment, a look of frustration but mostly just annoyance in her eyes before pecking his cheek and getting to work sewing him up. She hummed their song too, of course |
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Gale didn't bother to look up at her, just pulled his face away. |
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