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Vanille smiled to herself as she hummed and skipped down the path from the village square. Fang didn't know, she tought, that she knew when she was being watched. She could always tell when Fang's eyes were on her; the feeling was warm and just a little disconcerting. She had always known when Fang was around, but just lately she seemed to be particularly sensitive to her friend's presence. The warm-and-disconcering would grow with proximity, she knew, to butterflies in the stomach. Which, she reflected, was an effect Fang had on more than one person. But she was the only one who really knew her, and so, she thought, it might count for something. Someday. But most likely not today. Vanille was good with perception, but she did not think, if she was honest, that she was nearly as good with courage ( ... )
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"You're reckless," Vanille said with a miniature pout, which was quickly erased from her face; she had made the half-teasing insinuation enough times by now that it was practically rote. Besides, she personally found the recklessness strangeley appealing, especially when it led to her patching Fang up. If that wasn't a reason to learn about bandages and poultices, she didn't know what was. She tilted her head to the side, as though the different angle would give her a better perspective. "Is it just the bruises, or do you need to go to the infirmary? I can walk you down."
She hadn't been planning to go back today, but then, what were friends for? "Besides," she said, wrinkling her nose in distaste, "it gives me a reason to not get involved in skinning and cooking whatever you brought back. I'd rather just eat it."
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Turning towards the infirmary, she realized that Fang was setting a pretty liesurely pace. Not that it wasn't a nice day, and not that Fang ran everywhere she went, but Vanille knew her well enough after all these years to wonder just how bad her injuries really were. Well, if anything, she'd get her out of her sari and check. And if that wasn't a good enough reason to prefer medicine to skinning and cooking some monster, she didn't know what was. And she absolutely would not blush this time, either. SHe just wouldn't, and that was that.
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