[How he's supposed to rest after a conversation like that, he's not sure, but he still slumps back into his pillows and closes his eyes. If he thinks about it, he can feel his cracked ribs healing, and that terrifies him more than he's willing to admit. He rests a hand over his eyes and silently hopes that Oz returns soon; his young master will be a good distraction, and having him close by is always better than not being able to see him.
But even as he lies there dozing, Break's words still echo in his head. What the hell is he not telling me...?]
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But even as he lies there dozing, Break's words still echo in his head. What the hell is he not telling me...?]