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The demon couldn't help but feel a bubble of amusement at the almost imperceptible look of surprise in Eilin's face. It had been far too long since he'd gotten to witness her expressions. Unfortunately, he was reminded too soon that this woman no longer felt a kinship with him. She didn't regard him as her friend anymore. The brief amusement vanished.

Sverre wasn't entirely sure what to expect when Eilin stood back up, but he hadn't considered the fact that she might try to retreat to her own room in the inn. Stupid, stubborn woman! She needed to heal. Such trivial matters were on no consequence. Before she got even two steps around him, he moved in front of her to block her path to the stairs.

"The hell you talking about you daft woman? You still need to heal, so stop traipsing about as if nothing's wrong. Food is coming up in a few minutes so relax." Sverre nodded towards the room, nudging her back towards it with a single gentle push on her uninjured shoulder.

A slight shine in her hand finally caught his attention, his eyes catching sight of three tears. Bloody hell.

"Well shit..." he muttered, suddenly awkward.