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[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Can you feel your arm, Mistress?"

[PrivateNomad]

"O-o-o-o-only a-a little b-bit..." she quietly says.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Cheru squeezes it slightly, massaging it if it doesn't hurt.

[PrivateNomad]

Frigid wraps her other arm around Cheru, groaning in pain.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Cheru stops and lets her arm go.
"Sorry."

[PrivateNomad]

"I-I-It's o-o-o-okay.... I-I just h-have... headache."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Cheru attempts to sense if she's lying. If she isn't, he resumes massaging her arm. If she is, he just nods and doesn't call her on it, instead making sure she's unhurt otherwise.

[PrivateNomad]

She doesn't seem to be lying. She leans on Cheru and lays her head down, still groaning in pain from her headache.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Would you like painkillers?"

[PrivateNomad]

She nods.

The agents start to move out.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

He grabs some for her.

[PrivateNomad]

Frigid takes some.
 "Thank you... I know you did what you had to do..."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

He nods.

[PrivateNomad]

Frigid moves onto the couch and just lays down.

Trianna slowly peeks her head out into the hallway.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Cheru sits by her.