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The Vala looks much improved.

Well, at least where his face is concerned. A full day's rest and the bruises have healed, and his lip only has a small cut in it.

Can't say the same for the rest of his wounds. But no one can see those, and he is careful about moving.

At the moment, he is sitting in a booth -- stiffly sitting, must be careful of the stiches ... he's a bit afraid of Martin -- sipping tea and reading a book.

He would not mind company.

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He nods once and begins to retie his tunic.

"I did it because it was right to. I wished you to be free to choose your own course and not have a shadow haunting your footsteps. I did it because I love you, and that alone was enough for me to want to see you freed."

Now he looks away, at a point only can see, really.

"And since you do not know your heart, and I only compound the confusion, the logical course is to leave. Remove the sword and the wound will heal."

"You are not what hurts me." There is a long pause, and a desperate whisper.

"Please don't go."

The eyes return to the Man.

"Then tell me, melmë, what does hurt you? I cannot change what I do not know!"

His own quiet voice is just as desperate, needing to know what he has done and how to repair it.

"I don't know. Just let me take care of you. And don't leave. Please?"

He steps closer, reaches for the Vala's hand, stops. "DO you still want me?"

What a stupid question for the silly Man to ask!

And Námo's eyes show that thought quite clearly.

"Of course I do! It was you I thought no longer wanted me. I have done little to remain in your good graces, melindo."

"Then seek what you want. Do not banish it from you by running to your Halls."

He stares at Gorlim for a long time before raising his hands to cup the Man's face.

"And if it is you I want?"

"Then stay with me. Let me take care of you. Just... don't leave and forget me. I couldn't stand that." He presses his hand over Namo's and squeezes his eyes tightly shut.

Though he cannot see it, Námo nods solemnly at Gorlim.

"As you wish, melda."

Then he dares to press his lips softly to the Man's, not demanding Gorlim return the gesture, but needing it for himself.

He allows this, even returns a little, shy and hesitant. "Do you want me to be with you tonight?"

He does not wish to look too eager.

"I would if you have no where else you must be."

Out by the lake by a little weedy path...

"Nowhere."

"Then stay with me."

He nods and reaches silently for Namo's hand.

"Let me take you and put you to sleep. I will watch you until you wake."

He places his hand in Gorlim and slowly slips off the table, wincing as he does.

"I cannot be all that entertaining to watch in slumber," he quips as they head toward his room.

"My mind will give me enough to look at," he says softly, slipping an arm around the Vala's waist.

"Hmm," is all he says, suddenly very tired.

"I believe I have done too much this day. Should have remained abed, I think."

And they mount the stairs.

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