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"Somewhere in Transylvania "

Mrs Smith replied nervously. 

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While she assisted Stace in setting up the table, he would steal glances at her. He tried hard to keep his hands to himself not wanting to pass the wrong message, he chose instead to take it a day at a time. 

Lifting up her head, she caught sight of Titrus, he had his hand placed on the spot he had gotten the injury but no scar was obvious, not even a bandage, all seeming weird to her, she could see he looked weak and walked like he wasn't strong enough yet. 

"You're up…"

She voiced , she left Stace and moved to assist him, placing his right arm around her shoulder, she made him sit at the table. He looked up at her and then voiced,

"Thank you"

She nodded her head with a faint smile as she took her seat next to his. Stace looked upon him .

"How do you feel?"

Stace asked , pouring some tea into a teacup.

" Better than yesterday"