Clementine:
I woke up in his arms, feeling completely content, a bright smile on my face.
I rested my chin on the back of my hands as they lay on his chest, watching his beautiful face.
He was sleeping peacefully, his breathing steady.
I felt shy thinking about our night together.
After getting dressed last night, we had decided to just cuddle and sleep.
I looked around and smiled.
I remembered noticing it while falling asleep, when he carried me away.
I hadn’t opened my eyes. For some reason, because it was Ian, I knew I was safe.
I hadn’t bothered to check if he was taking me somewhere dangerous.
Sure enough, he had brought me to the mansion, the safe house in Fleshmingo Town.
I remembered him mumbling something about not wanting to wake up to a monster staring at me.
"Are you going to keep looking at me?" he asked, nudging me gently and I giggled.
"I knew you were awake," I said, pushing myself up from his chest.
But he grabbed my elbows and pulled me down again, refusing to let me go.
"There’s something else for you," he said softly. "In my pocket."
He kept surprising me with the things he did.
At this point, I thought he had already done more than enough to show he cared.
"What is it this time?" I asked, sliding my hand into his pocket. The moment I touched it, I realized what it was—the flags.
"Ian, you didn’t have to— but when did you?" I asked, confused.
He opened his eyes and sat up on the couch beside me.
"When I killed the ogres, I took the flags from their arms," he replied, giving me a warm, genuine smile.
I kept looking at his face until I had to turn away, not because I was upset, but because tears were filling my eyes.
"Hey," he whispered, "I heard what’s been going on. Zian told me. I’ll deal with them when I return."
He brushed the hair away from my neck, his fingers touching the mark Zian had left.
"I’ll punish them myself, Clementine. Just let me return once."
When he repeated that phrase, something in his words didn’t sound right.
"What do you mean, when you return?" I asked, staring into his eyes. "You’re back."
I paused. "Wait—where are your flags?"
Confusion hit me hard as I snapped out of the calm haze of his arms.
We were still in the north. We weren’t alone.
The main door opened and I jolted upright, but Ian didn’t react.

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