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I lay back on my bed, sheets wavering over my legs and lower torso. I had gone against Moira's wishes and gone out on a mission during freezing weather without wearing proper winter attire, no matter yow much she insisted that I layer up. She sat on the edge of my bed now, stirring a spoon around within a bowl of golden broth. She had her brows furrowed and her mouth pulled into a frown. She hadn't spoken a word.
I chuckled quietly, "You look beautiful when you're angry."
Moira didn't glance at me, her tone as riveting as ever, "Is that why you continue to defy me?"
"Perhaps."
She held the spoon to my lips and I sipped. After a while, she set the half-empty bowl aside, pushing two fingers to my neck. I felt my pulse pushing against the pads of her fingers, the tips of her nails slightly digging into my skin. She then held the back of her hand to my forehead, "You're hot."
I gave her another cheeky grin, "I know. How did it take you this long to realize that?"
"No, I mean you have a temperature. Why would you think otherwise?"
"Because you love me."
"Love is trivial."
I chuckled quietly and she stood, "I have to return to my lab. I fear the rabbits might have died. Perhaps that whats stinking the place up..." Moira finally let her eyes meet mine, "I will return. In the meantime, get some rest." She leaned over, pushing her lips to my forehead, giving my cheek a harsh yet endearing pinch before stepping out. I just sat there, smiling like an idiot.
