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Cath Delaney (dian_cecht) wrote in inpoormerit,

Sweet? Cathair hesitated, then shook his head and went to fetch one of his less ratty tee shirts he used to sleep in. He did indeed know that and he had to admit to himself the idea of her sleeping next to him in one of his shirts was rather appealing.

As for that last bit of nonsense. Cathair dropped the tee shirt on the counter and pushed the curtain halfway back, not caring if he or the floor got wet. "Eden, I don't bloody care," he told her. "There's no guarantee what they have in store for me or anyone else here is any better than what they've done to you. I'm not leaving you alone when you're nearly too weak to stand just because I might get hurt."

It wasn't just that. He wasn't just leaving her alone because of what they'd done to her. Cathair had never really had a true friend before, someone he didn't have to hide at least part of himself from. The rest was messy and complicated and likely stupid on bother their parts, but when it boiled down to it, he'd risk having his throat torn out to help her because she was his friend.