~ The Weed ~ pg 3

Fiora raced Demil back to Nivia’s house. Once he got her to the edge of town at least. She was almost positive she would not be able to find her way back, even if her life depended on it. Clover made it to Nivia's clearing before Gentre, but she was sure Demil let her win. At the house, Fiora went inside while he took care of the horses. Her first stop was at the door to Borris’s room. Working up her courage, she knocked lightly on the frame and waited.  

A tired Chink opened the door. Once he registered who she was, his demeanor hardened and he frowned at her. “What do you want?” It was a whispered growl no more welcoming than he had been yesterday but it didn’t put her on the offensive today. 

She observed the dark circles under his eyes and saw the weariness in his stance. She hadn’t planned on it, but a question fell from her lips. “Um… Can I bring you anything?”

“Wha…?” He seemed as surprised by her question as she was.

She stammered out a few examples he looked like he could use. “Can I bring you some water? Or… or some broth? I was going to make something to eat. Do you have any requests?”

He blinked at her before narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. “We need nothin’ from you.” He was so protective… Fiora struggled not to smile at it.

She dropped her gaze to the floor remembering the package in her hands and shoved it out to him. “This is for you.”

He crossed his arms in front of his chest stubbornly and forgot to keep whispering. “I said we don’t need noth–“

“It’s the dress,” she interrupted before his raised voice woke anyone. “Avery’s dress?” She witnessed a ripple of pain cross his face and averted her gaze to give him what privacy she could. “I wasn’t sure who to give it back to, but since Nivia’s not here and I’m guessing Borris is asleep…” She let the sentence trail off and kept holding the package out to him until he took it. Only then did she venture another glance at his face. He just stared at the package, lost in thought. “I’m sorry,” she offered, “that she’s gone, and that… that the reminder was… upsetting.“ He only managed a nod of acknowledgement.

“Are you sure I can’t get you anything?” He shook his head no. “Okay. I’m going to check on Alex, then.” Fiora dismissed herself and started down the hallway.

Behind her she heard the big man take in a ragged breath before his gruff voice followed her down the hall. “He has been restless.”

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