[This shouldn't have been happening. She was trying to get them to be friends, despite all of his protests and uncertainty. Friendships had always been awkward and untrustful, two things he wasn't fond of dealing with. But she had already died here once... it simply wasn't right for it to happen again. She was too young for the burden of fighting, of learning something lost and forbidden.
If it had been anyone else, he would have already helped her get more comfortable into the bed. But he still leaned against the wall, arms folded, just watching her movements. He closed his eyes with a slight nod, waiting for her to sleep before he even began to.]
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If it had been anyone else, he would have already helped her get more comfortable into the bed. But he still leaned against the wall, arms folded, just watching her movements. He closed his eyes with a slight nod, waiting for her to sleep before he even began to.]
Rest well.
[The words were out before he could stop them.]