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In the safety of her room, Bernadine let her tears loose. She'd been holding them in, rather bravely while her face throbbed. "Abby does this all the time."
"You are not Abby," he replied patiently, smoothing her face with his hand and applying a cooling spell to numb the area a bit.
She hiccuped and giggled, a peculiar sound combined and wiped futilely at her tears. "I'm sorry. Tonight's been a disaster from start to finish."
"I thought the middle was lovely," he said as his other hand moved to hold her neck fondly, traitorous hand not checking for more fight damage. "How is your head?"
"I'll be okay," she assured him, but she was still crying, still shaking from the conflict and the impact. She'd leave the running into fights to Abby from now on. And she'd have a serious conversation about her sister's conflict resolution skills with her before vacation was over.
He sat next to her on her bed, only certain it was hers because it was perfectly made and the soft pink color of the comforter on top. "Would you like to open your present now?"
"You are not Abby," he replied patiently, smoothing her face with his hand and applying a cooling spell to numb the area a bit.
She hiccuped and giggled, a peculiar sound combined and wiped futilely at her tears. "I'm sorry. Tonight's been a disaster from start to finish."
"I thought the middle was lovely," he said as his other hand moved to hold her neck fondly, traitorous hand not checking for more fight damage. "How is your head?"
"I'll be okay," she assured him, but she was still crying, still shaking from the conflict and the impact. She'd leave the running into fights to Abby from now on. And she'd have a serious conversation about her sister's conflict resolution skills with her before vacation was over.
He sat next to her on her bed, only certain it was hers because it was perfectly made and the soft pink color of the comforter on top. "Would you like to open your present now?"