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They share ideas, tips, remedies, sometimes gifting each other supplies.
Cool water-not cold. Honey. Aloe.
He will come by the back of her house when she is doing her chores, where her father will not see; she will slip him a few leaves when passing by him unobtrusively in the marketplace.
Marigold. Turmeric. That cream from Auradon.
Hers are larger than his, but his are more numerous. Her father, robed in black, tall and gray-haired yet with a strength that belied his age, allows her burns to be bandaged, and dressed to prevent infection, but nothing more, telling her that she must learn from the pain. His mother only laughs and scoffs, her black-and-white hair wild as she lights another cigarette before accusing him of distracting her to steal her furs and chasing him out of the house.
And so they help each other.
Willow bark. Chamomile. Oak bark.
And the next time their parents raise the flame to them, inside, they know: I am not alone.