Three days later.
"Curitis..."
"Why are you crying?" Curitis sat up, his gaze full of affection as he looked at her. Was she crying for him? Although he didn't want her to feel sad on his behalf, his heart still swelled with joy.
Phoebe shook her head, choking on her sobs.
"I'm so sorry. It's all my fault that you got hurt. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have..." She really was sorry.
"Silly girl, how is this your fault?" This was something he had willingly chosen.
"...Waaa..." she sobbed.
Curitis chuckled lightly and affectionately pinched her nose. Then, in his slightly accented and not-so-fluent English, he softly coaxed her.
"Don't cry. See? I'm fine, aren't I?"
His words only made Phoebe feel even more guilty.
"Alright, no more tears. Do you hear me? I chose to do all of
