“Griiiff! Griff, I’m back!”

“…aaaand I’m rotting in a freezer…” a distant singing voice replied. 

Flutterwings galloped up to the spirit, still wearing the same bundled up clothing the last time she visited. This time, however, she had saddlebags with her. He turned to look at her sister, unable to visibly smile, but his eyes lit up like never before. 

“Y-You’re back?” his voice echoed coldly through the place. 

“Yep! Here I am! I’m back!”

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Flutterwings struggled to keep her head up as she sat on the sheet. Griff had carefully wrapped a quilt around her. 

“I don’t think you should keep coming here…”

“Why nooot? Hardly anyone else comes in here!”

“That doesn’t matter if you’re getting hurt…I don’t want you endangering yourself to keep me entertained.”

“Even if you don’t get to see anyone else…?”

He nodded solemnly, hanging his head. “Even then.”

The nymph sighed.

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