My brother is dead, Hilda. They don’t do a lot of talking. At least not much that I’d want to listen to.
[ His retort is wry, even as he warily eyes those skewers waving threateningly in his direction.
…He probably deserved that.
Any attempt at levity, however, is dropped immediately when she yelps in pain and he’s up and around the table to see what had happened in an instant, reaching out to cradle her hands in his much larger palms as he inspects the little burn. ]
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[ His retort is wry, even as he warily eyes those skewers waving threateningly in his direction.
…He probably deserved that.
Any attempt at levity, however, is dropped immediately when she yelps in pain and he’s up and around the table to see what had happened in an instant, reaching out to cradle her hands in his much larger palms as he inspects the little burn. ]
Are you okay? What happened?