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Mot slowly faded back into a conscience state. One thing he felt was pain. He winced, a hand moving to graze his wound, only to find himself a bit.. confined and warm. His eyes slowly opened, finding himself in a bed not his own. The quilts were snug, warm. From what he could tell, his shirt was gone, replaced with fresh bandages. Everything but his pants seemed to be missing.

His head sunk comfortably in the pillow, his eyes blinking slowly as he remembered what happened.
Hel, she'd defeated him swiftly in battle. It was like he was no competition at all. He always seemed to fall short around her.

Though his head was still spinning, his eyes flicked to the side to find Hel, sitting upon her nighttable beside Mot.

She seemed so down... she was upset? Perhaps disappointed in him.

"Hel.." Mot spoke in a small voice, wincing as he tried to sit up.

Mot laid back down as urged to, his head a little too heavy to keep up for now. He sighed softly, freeing an arm from the blankets to rub his head. "Awful." He answered honestly. Physically, mentally, emotionally. He felt awful.

It was starting to hit him now. The bet. He'd lost the bet. That meant pretty soon he'd have to... tell Lizzy how he felt. It was going to be awful. He didn't want to do it. Putting that kind of pressure on her after only having broken up with Mac.
Mot shut his eyes tight, dreading the task he had to do.

How did he feel about Lizzy? He liked her a lot, yes. Whenever he saw her he felt happy, tickled. But was that what liking someone meant? Did he really feel that strongly for her? He wasn't so sure. Lizzy only took up his mind when she was around. Any other time someone else took that spot. Whenever he wanted to laugh, or hang out with someone, he didn't think of Lizzy first. Someone else came to mind...
When had that happened?

Mot thought a moment, staring back up at Hel as he did. Soon enough, he nodded his head. "Something to eat, please." The reaper was asking for food. Strange.
It also reminded him that Hel still owed him a buffet, something he was strangely looking forward to despite not being a fan of food. Normally. But from Hel, he was actually eager to try.

He lay silent a moment staring at the ceiling, before speaking up again. "You were amazing. I just couldn't keep up. Not at all."

Was... was there something on his face? Why was she staring? Oh well.

Mot rested quietly while she was gone, his free arm laid over his eyes. He needed to do something. He hated being in such a condition. He could barely move, and his chest felt like it would split open if he so much as chuckled.

Mot slid his arm back as He; returned, watching her set things down from the corner of his eye. He managed to sit up enough to lean against the head board, the blankets sliding down to his waist. "Right. I forget." He said with a small smile, taking the mug and painkiller from her.
The grim reaper took the medicine with a swig of cider, then set it down.

Mot's stomach seemed to come to life when he saw and smelled the food. It was new, yet he wanted to try it. Hel had certainly made it herself. How different would it be from the stew?
He eyed it cautiously, eyes lifting to Hel then back to the meal. Sure enough, he took his own plate and fork on his own.

He took a bite.

. . .

And another.

Mot swallowed another mouthful, nodding. "Really good. I really like these things." It was so different from stew! He took another dumpling, taking a small bite from that as well. While he was eating willingly, he still ate small portions like usual, it seemed, slowing down after only a few of dumplings.

He swallowed the rest of his mouthful, setting the plate aside. "It's strange. I used to hate eating." Mot started to say, eyes moving from the plate to Hel. She hated when he took his eyes away, and had learned his lesson. "But when you offer to make me something, that changes. I like your cooking." He really liked it when she cooked for him, and he really liked being around her. He enjoyed Hel's company more than anyone else. "I look forward to it."

Mot leaned back some more, trying not to rub his chest too much. It hurt, a lot, but doing so would do more harm then good. "About the bet.." Mot started after a moment, trying his best not to shy away from Hel's gaze. "I'll still go through with it, but the terms have changed."

Mot nodded, looking thoughtful for a moment. "I do like Lizzy." Mot started, settling against the head board. "A lot. She means a lot to me, and because of your teasing, I was sure I liked her as more than a friend." He didn't sound accusing as he said this.

"Tell me something. When you like someone, do they occupy your mind all the time? Do you want to spend all your free time with them?"

"That's what I thought." Mot nodded, lowering his gaze. "That's the thing. I feel different around her, but I don't think about her as much as I used to, and I was never jealous of Mac. If anything, I just never felt needed by her. When they broke up, my first thought was making her happy, not making her cry like he had." He'd thought so darkly, thinking he could do a better job than Mac, and yet..

"The thing is, whenever I want to hang out with someone, or the person I think of who I'm happiest with, it isn't Lizzy. I have fun with her, and she makes me laugh, but still she isn't who's on my mind."

"That being said, someone else takes up my mind more than she ever has. So shouldn't I confess to her instead?" He asked, looking back to Hel nervously.

Mot chuckled lightly, shrugging his shoulders. "I didn't quite get it then." He admitted, rubbing his neck and lowering his gaze. His heart started to beat a little faster, his woulds stinging as he tensed up. He was practically bearing his heart, sitting in Hel's bed and barely dressed. The reaper fought a light blush dusting his cheeks, swallowing hard and looking back to Hel.

"Right. So, is it okay? I have your permission?" His brow was furrowed, his hands wringing together nervously.

He seemed worried.