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Belle let out a small smile as she shook her head. She knew Charles was okay however she still worried about her friend. “Still… I feel bad about it. I should have told you about that huge stack of books that sat on the top shelf.” She looked at the new bruise on his eye. “You’re so stubborn sometimes, Charles.” She softly chuckled. “Can you at least allow me to make you tea? I hear that it chamomile tea helps with head pain.”
“This really isn’t your fault, Belle,” he insisted, placing the icepack onto the side of his face, covering up the brand new shiner on his eye. “I am, aren’t I?” Charles chuckled, looking briefly at the pile of heavy books that had toppled onto him only moments before. “Tea? Tea solves everything. I’m always up for a cup of tea,” he agreed, immediately brightening up a little.










