If you relapse, repeat after me:
- You are not weak.
- You have not lost this battle.
- You are not selfish.
- You are not out of control.
- All the progress you made hasn’t magically disappeared.
- You are not a failure.
- Life is a cycle of highs and lows- good times are ahead, so keep going forward.
- You matter.
"S’alright no hard feelings. It’s nice to meet you though, she’s mentioned you and your powers before." Abel twisted and turned briefly "you haven’t seen her by chance?"
"Nae. A cin find her though." He answered. Then he looked the man up and down.
Abel couldn’t ignore that he felt somewhat self-conscious after the blonde looked him over, even if it was brief. “Oh yeah? How can you do that?” He asked.
The cripple shrugged. “Depends on whit ye pay me.”
Abel squinted one eye, “eh? payment?” He slightly shook his head, “you make this sound so serious; s’only a game, not a hunt.” Unbeknownst to Abel, there is a faint giggling heard nearby.
"The magic fer a findin charm is’nae a game though." Ealfric shook his head in return. "Ye pay, or A cinnae help."
"Charms huh? I Never even considered that ta be necessary Eal. Since Hortie and I technically own a company we have more than enough mone-." Before Abel could finish his bargain, Hortensia pounced onto Abel from a nearby bush.
"This time I caught you sweet-cheeks!" A long and sticky smooch is given to his cheek. She looks up at Ealfric with a blush "Oh, hello there! What’re trying to sell Abel?"
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