The clouds had darkened and thunder rumbled. The trees rustled, the sky dusked and the shadows grew long. “Is it about to rain?” Nicole asked Henry, who was just standing by the window glaring into the woods. “I think so,” he replied to her. “Oh! I do not like rains though, I might catch a cold,” she told Henry, “maybe some of your warmth could help,” Nicole suggested to him, she wanted a curdle from him. Henry paused for a while, he pretended as if he could not hear a word she said before he suggested, “I could get you a blanket or something,” “that would be suitable, I guess.” She told him. “I would be back, please do not go anywhere,” he begged of her. “I will not, but why can you leave and I can not?” she asked him, as she fixed her confused look upon him. “it is not quite safe for you to be out alone in this treacherous forests,” he explained to her, “moreover, you are still recovering from your injuries,” he said. “I definitely
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