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Vien sniffled as he managed to catch his breath. He still gripped at Beau’s arm tightly, eyes glassy with tears as he cried. “I’m s-sorry,” he eventually mumbled
"No, no…it's okay. Don't worry," Beau answered softly as he sat down in front of Vien, glancing over him worriedly. He heard a faint knocking on the door and turned towards the noise with a confused expression. "Come in?"
Vien startled a little at the sound of a knock. He quickly wiped at his face, wincing as his side stung with phantom pains. He shrank back a little against the wall, afraid someone might see him
"It's alright. I'll go and check, okay?" Beau said gently, the tone feeling a bit odd coming out of his mouth. He shook his head faintly at himself as he moved towards the old door, quietly opening it, though it was hard with all the creaking coming from the wood.
"Hello, Beau," Moraphe greeted him kindly. "I would like you all to come downstairs, please."