“Roxie.” I took it, still on the ground, giving her the limpest handshake in history. “Lizzie.” I grunted as I sat up. “Thanks for not killing me.” She stared at me. “The day’s not over yet.” Oh lordy. She stood over me, tense. “I’m fighting this as hard as I can. I don’t know how long I can last.” “Let’s figure this out,” I said, staggering to my feet. “Lizzie!” Pirate ran at me so fast he smacked up against my shin. He bounced off, scrambled to his feet and leapt up against my leg, his claws scratching. “Lizzie! I was trying to get to you and Bob held me down and I couldn’t get out of his lap and I saw you needed me” - he didn’t even pause when I scooped him up under the tummy - “I barked and then I barked and I barked.” He twisted around to face me. “Are you okay because you don’t look so good.” I nuzzled against his warm doggie neck, keeping an eye on Roxie the entire time. “I’m just fine.” For now. I wasn’t about to let my guard down around a demon slayer with a death wish.
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