“It’s a promise.”  She didn’t say anything further for a minute as she tried to regain her composure, just letting Cain’s firm grip and his hand on her hair reassure her that he was okay.  Once she’d calmed down, Amuné wiped her face on her sleeve, and looked at him.  “I’m glad you’re better,” she told him, though she couldn’t quite manage a smile yet.  “Did you like the flowers I left for you?  Millie found the vase for me -- she says you can keep it.”  There’s been a small, simple vase with wildflowers in it near the foot of his cot, though the assassin probably hadn’t paid them any mind.  “Dinner starts soon.  Are we still going to runny-voo, even though we’re really late?”  She paused, squinting as the sunlight outside hit her right in the eyes.  “Um.  And you can put me down now.  I don’t mind you, but...I don’t usually like touching so much because then people’s feelings are too strong.  Sometimes it’s okay, but there’s not enough I’m comfortable with that I’m used to it, and...I’m getting twitchy.”

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