"It's always maybe and probably with you," she mutters. "Come on."
She doesn't touch him again, instead climbing the steps to the Empress's doors. "It's freezing. Even if it won't do any good, I'm not going to sit around waiting for you to heal on your own."
Murphy stops with her hand on the door, looking back and down at him. "We have cake."
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Date: 2010-01-13 02:36 am (UTC)She doesn't touch him again, instead climbing the steps to the Empress's doors. "It's freezing. Even if it won't do any good, I'm not going to sit around waiting for you to heal on your own."
Murphy stops with her hand on the door, looking back and down at him. "We have cake."