[ Wash hears that tone, glancing from Maine to Carolina to see her eyes are wet, that something's hit a sore spot in her and he doesn't know what it is. The way Maine looks right now, probably, but he still doesn't understand. He's only seen her cry the once. ]
...okay. Yeah.
[ He picks his fork back up, not intending to waste his food. ]
Why don't you stay in our spare room tonight, though? I might be able to heal you a little more later, or tomorrow morning.
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...okay. Yeah.
[ He picks his fork back up, not intending to waste his food. ]
Why don't you stay in our spare room tonight, though? I might be able to heal you a little more later, or tomorrow morning.