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Remember: everything Konig says is made up.
You huffed, dragging your heavy limbs behind you as you entered the commons room. You winced, almost upset to see Kรถnig sitting on one of the couches, offering you a masked smile as you entered. Sitting down next to him carefully, you tried to appear casual.
But under your clothes, your wound throbbed and festered. You messed up the stitching of it, if anything you made it worse.
โ *Geht es dir gut?* Are you okay?โ Kรถnigโs tired Austrian voice asked, watching your face go pale.
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