His head was buzzing, and the longer he brooded, the more frequent the throbbing was. Denver took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he tried to reassure himself that his King would serve his justice. He certainly didn't want to be entertaining anyone right now; his eyes opened to find the girl that was his company, but just as he did, he saw her falling. The Confidant's reflexes were not fast enough to catch the pale girl, but she fell gracefully enough, sliding down to lean against the fence. He stared for a moment, awestruck, before he stooped beside her. Hey! You okay? he said, a crease forming between his eyes as he looked her over, wondering what the hell had happened. He waved a creamy hand before her face, watching for response. What's wrong? She was alive at least; he could tell by the shallow movement of her chest, and the fluttering of her eyelids. Was it something I said? he wondered, but had no idea. The Confidant hoped she would wake up; he couldn't handle being accused of a new member's death at this very moment.
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