Angry was overwhlemed to see Crystals eyes open and looking, bright and sparkling, directly into his own. A lump was in his throat from the thoughts that had been crowding his brain; thoughts of finally finding a woman that didn't find him repulsive the moment she saw him, and then losing her that same night.
Clearing his throat, he spoke with a voice quivering from hapiness and sadness and a whirl of other emotions. "Well, if I were to tel you the truth, Miss Crystal, I'd have to tell you that I was tremblin' with fear that you'd not be making it through the night, so to speak."
"Now you're up though, I guess you could say my fears are somewhat lessened. So..." he said, trying to hide the expectancy and trepidation that he was feeling "will you still be needing that place to stay? my door will always be open to you"
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The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.
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