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_{[The sudden tensing...Slaine gets it. Really, he does. He'd tried his best back then, to do what he thought was right, and ultimately he had managed to save her...but it hadn't been the most graceful rescue. Blood had been shed and the whole ordeal would have been traumatic.

She may not hate him, but the association of him to a painful event still exists.

Timidly, he reaches for the bag of marshmallows, plucking one from the packaging, sticking it on the end of the stick he's got.]}

Thanks.

_{[Now what? He should probably say something...shouldn't he...but he's at a loss for words. Maybe once he's done cooking his marshmallow this time he'll have thought of something.]}