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Rena didn't come back the rest of the night.
Not that I was complaining, my head still hurt and I was glad for the silence, but being left alone in a room in a random person's house with the voice in your head just didn't seem that appealing. As if on cue, it started up again.
'Come on,' it droned. 'nothing you do is ever interesting. Steal from her or something, she's gonna betray you again.'
I didn't feel like talking back to it today, so I just listened to it complain.
'And, for one, her uncle is sick! You can't afford to get sick, remember? You have to get that dragon whelp back to Xadia!'
"Fair point..." I said, my hands fidgeting. I needed my sketchbook. I should ask for that when she gets back...
'Are you even listening to me?' the voice interjected, almost indignantly.
"Yeah," I say, not paying attention. "I agree."
I swear I could hear the voice rolling its eyes, whether or not it had them. I just grunted and got off the bed, my head still throbbing from where Rena hit me. I got on my hands and knees, searching blindly for my sketchbook. It was under the bed, with a note from her.
Hey, Callum.
I'm sorry about hitting you on the head. Hoping you've forgiven me by now.
As you know, my uncle's very sick, so I have to take care of him and you won't see me. Don't go into his room.
There are bandages in the drawer next to you if your head starts to bleed. Sorry.
There's a bottle in the bottom cabinet, near the kitchen. Moonberry juice, it'll keep your strength up.
Don't drink too much. You'll get sick, and I won't be there.
I'll be back tomorrow morning.
Sorry, again,
Rayl
Rena
She apologized too much. I gave a Iittle chuckle and ran my fingers over the bump on my head, wincing as they made contact. It wasn't bleeding, which was good, but I had another problem to take care of. My stomach gave it away, growling like the little dragon sleeping on the pillows next to me.
Time to grab a snack.