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Well…Mot did have his eyes open for a good portion of it…right? That was good? Maybe he’d appreciate it more after his feet were on the ground and he reflected on it! Hel clung to that happy thought as she made a downed face as his terrified yell. She nuzzled his cheek once more, and squeezed him tightly for a few more seconds before her wings snapped open. There’d be a bit of a jerk as her wings caught the air, and they slowed down considerably. They were also flipped into an upright position once more.

Now, Hel’s wings acted much like a hang glider and parachute combo. They started to drift at a much calmer pace back down to the ground, and could see the roof tiles of the reaper dorm’s once more. Just a few moments more, and Mot would feel his boots touch the sweet grass of one of the fields next to the dorm. It was a rather smooth and gentle landing, actually. Hel released him once he was on the ground, and dropped next to him, landing a little heavier. She then turned on him, watching his face anxiously.

Hel waited to see what Mot would say, if anything. Her expression was still rather anxious as she peered up at the cowboil. The ghoul froze however, as Mot peered down at her. She was not use to being on the receiving end of this look from him…much less seeing it on his face.

Her expression went from anxious to worried now. Was Hel Brynhildr concerned about her well being at the moment? Oh hel yeah, she was. She probably shouldn’t have said anything…but the silence was killing her. “…S…see, Mot?” Her tone was uh…lacking that usual confidence…much like a child who was preemptively sucking up to lessen the blow they were about to receive. “…Everything is fine…”

Now…Hel would never admit that she felt scared…but right now…right now, yes. She was. Sure, she made Mot upset before, like in the Haunted House…but…this seemed to be the worse right now. The ghoul flinched a bit, and shifted her weight from foot to foot.

She swallowed, her mouth suddenly feeling dry. “…Because…I…thought it would be nice to show you something…you never had the chance to before…?” She rapidly shook her head at his next question. “N-no! That was not why at all!” Sure she had been feeling devious beforehand, but it wasn’t to be malicious against him. It was just suppose to be in good fun, and to share something she thought would be unique with him.

Uh…no…she didn’t know he was that upset, actually. It was hard to exactly gauge how someone was feeling over the interwebs or text. It was rather obvious that Hel was mis-judged completely, and now she was paying the consequences for it. “…I did not know you were…that…upset…” She murmured.

“I…did not think…you were that…uh…anxious over heights, either…” She glanced off to the side, before frowning deeply. She didn’t think a lot of things through, apparently. No…no she didn’t want him to go away right now either, and seeing his back made her heart clench with worry. “Mot…” She called out, reaching out, her fingers brushing one of his elbows.

Oh…

Oh this was not good at all.

At every flinch, every statement, Hel seemed to shrink more and more, and her eyes grew wide, and honestly, she felt sick now. She made him really, really upset, and it scared her and worried her. Anyone else she’d be hostile against, but this wasn’t anyone. This was Mot. Someone she cared deeply for and who she was letting in close. He had an effect on her like no one else did, and this was a prime example of such.

“…Th…that is not true….” She whispered. Goodness…she was speaking so soft. The ghoul cleared her throat. “It is not…all about me.” At least…she didn’t try to do that intentionally…did she? “I care about what you feel…” She really did it just got overlooked in favor of what she thought would be best for him…Oh dear. The reaper flinched again. A child. Is that what Mot really thought of her? Hel wanted to protest something…she wanted to say something…but nothing came to mind as she just stared up at him.

Hel was quite torn. Leave him be as requested, because that was what he wanted, or chase after him because that was what she wanted. It didn’t…feel right just leaving him alone. How long would she have to leave him alone for? Could she fix it now?

The ghoul hesitated for a few moments, until Mot stomped off, and she stared after him for a few moments before she followed after him. Probably not a smart move…but Hel was never really a thinker. “Mot!” She called out, her short legs working harder to catch up with his longer ones. She didn’t like seeing his back. “W-wait…!”

The words were almost enough to make Hel stop dead in her tracks. Almost. She was stubborn clinging onto the idea that maybe she could right this if she hung in there. She never wanted to fix something so badly before. Oh dear. Those long legs were a curse, really. Mot was working his way up the stairs like they were nothing.

Hel leapt onto the banister and kicked off of it, using her wings to project her up quicker, but she got slowed down trying to squeeze between railings. Still, this was quicker than trying to run up them. Hel landed on the third floor landing, and tore around the corner after Mot. “I do not want to leave you alone!” She called out after him.

Hel skidded to a stop, and nearly started to back peddle.

“It is because you are mad, upset and scared I do not want to leave you alone!” She tried to protest…but the words, they were failing her really hard. She stiffened. Leave him alone. Don’t talk to him. She just couldn’t…

“…I am sorry…”