[Fayt musters a small smile in response to Cliff's casualness, setting the paper wrapped sandwich down on his side table as he shakes his head.] Not really. Albel doesn't knock, he just breaks in.
[He pushes himself off the bed, looking tired and, though it might not have been apparent to anyone but Cliff, a little uncertain. It wasn't every day someone died protecting you.... and then came back afterwards, and he was at a loss when it came to what to say.
What could he say, to make up for something like this?]
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[He pushes himself off the bed, looking tired and, though it might not have been apparent to anyone but Cliff, a little uncertain. It wasn't every day someone died protecting you.... and then came back afterwards, and he was at a loss when it came to what to say.
What could he say, to make up for something like this?]
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