[She knew that he was likely the last person to figure out what was wrong. Heine didn't stay hurt for long; he didn't know how to care for wounds and sickness. But he was trying, and that was all she could ask for.
The blonde wraps her arms around his neck and hooks her legs over his arms. She does her best not to move her wings, worried that she'll just make things worse.]
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The blonde wraps her arms around his neck and hooks her legs over his arms. She does her best not to move her wings, worried that she'll just make things worse.]