[Allen will have to drink it all even after he feeds from Chase. But he won't have to lick the bowl clean.
He sees it when he opens his eyes again, pulling his hand from Allen's to wipe it away gently. Then his hand falls to land on Allen's leg, a heavy and warm weight.] I know. I won't get inta any trouble 'til 'm healed, promise.
[Shakes his head.] He won't take yer help, donna like Allens much. Ya need ta stay safe, donna want'im goin after ye.
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