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"Your absence has been noticed. What stirs you from out bed hours before even the sun dares to touch the sky?"
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"Your absence has been noticed. What stirs you from out bed hours before even the sun dares to touch the sky?"
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Kore gently pressed his head back down, taking a knife to cut a section from her dress to press on the wound. “If you desire to live, you must.” She was mostly certain if they could stop the flow of blood and support him, he would recover.
“I do not think keeping eyes on one young girl is too much to ask of the man who has made Rome tremble.” She attempted to tease, trying to keep voice light despite the seriousness of his injury. And to stop her own fears of what others would think, if they returned to her and Spartacus dead.
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In that moment her eyes saw much. His posture, the sweat upon his body, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he sought to catch breath, even averted eyes. They spoke the truth his words did not.
“Accepted but no apology needed.” As he calmed, Kore approached and, without missing a step, plucked a jar of wine and a cup from near by, pouring a measure into it. “Here.” Kore offered it, kneeling down inside of polite closeness.