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I wasn’t even looking for him when I bumped into Fennorian right outside my door. He seemed frantic, scared even. When he turned to me, he looked like he had seen a ghost. Not that ghosts are an uncommon occurrence in a place like this.
Still, I had to make sure he was alright. Fenn was far to precious, to me and everyone else in this place.
“Fennorian? Are you okay?” I asked, trying not to sound too concerned. Vampires don’t seem to like showing weakness, for some reason.
“Hmm? Yes, of course. Is there a reason I shouldn’t be?”
So he wants to play that game, does he? Time to point out the obvious. “You’re shaking. You look like you’re about to fall over. At least come sit down for a while.”
Wordlessly, he follows me into my small room and sits down on my bed. He cradles his head in his hands and takes a few deep breaths.
“It’s all my fault,” he forces out. “I mixed the wrong things together. I barely had time to back away before the mixture exploded. It’s safe for now, but everything is ruined. My formulas, observations, a lot of them were on the desk.”
I sit on the bed with him and put my hand on his shoulder. “Just stay here a moment. We can sit here, and calm down a bit. How does that sound?”
“Good,” he whispers. And as he leans against me, I know it will be.