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Hasis rolled his eyes from her reply, since he observed and discovered the truth. "Abbet, I'll carry you down the stairs." he sighed, scooping her up once more. He bashed open his door and walked down the stairs, "I could get a healer to heal you." he suggested.
"Let's do it," she happily said, dangling in his tight grip. "Well I was planing on to aid you sometime." Hasis flashed a friendly smirk.
Abbet showed the same smirk. "Aid me?" "Heal your leg." Hasis released her as the steps halted.
She slowly slid out of his arms and carefully place both feet on the floor. "Thanks," she slowly said. "I don't know I can repay you for your kindness, Sire." "I have ideas, but those can wait later...Until you're better." Hasis nodded, and headed to his throne room.
Slowly, she followed, limping. Hasis was going to let her heal on her own, so he let her limp her way to the room.
She made it passed the doorway and into Hasis' court. Leaning mostly against a wall, she observed him closely. Hasis walked up to one of his guards, "I need a healer here." he ordered quite harshly.
The guard saluted and disappeared fast.
Abbet stood near the wall, glaring away. Hasis felt her upset aura. He looked behind her, "What?" he requested.
"What did you ask that guard?" "Why would you care?" Hasis smirked, crossing his arms.
"You're right, I don't," she retorted back.
Hasis narrowed his eyes as he approached her. "Now Abett, don't you start with that snippy tone."