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She spread the fresh sheet the farmer’s wife had given us over the pallet. She did the same with the thick blanket and placed both pillows on the bed.

Evidently, she expected us to sleep together again.

At least there was one positive thing about this whole situation.

“Are you okay?” she said.

She looked at me pensively.

“I’m fine,” I said.

“You seem a little… distracted.”

What should I tell her? How much should I reveal?

Did I trust her?

Yes, entirely. She was the last person in the world who would run off to tell somebody about who I was. She didn’t even know anybody, for a start.

She placed her hands on my shoulders and worked at my tense muscles.

It felt good, and I groaned with satisfaction

“We should use that Healer’s Touch medicine on your skin,” she said. “With any luck, it’ll be fully healed by tomorrow. I can’t wait to see what you look like.”

What I look like.

Every Titan in the Empire knew what I looked like. One glance at my face and they would know who I was. Even dressed in my rags.

But I could not face them.

Not yet.

Not when I knew so many innocent lives rested on my shoulders.

And Hazel…

How could I face her after she knew what I had caused?

Hazel fetched the package of flowers and opened it.

“How do we prepare them?” she said. “Do I need to mash up the petals or something?”

“No,” I said. “The ointment is already inside the flower. You just need to reach inside and apply it to the affected area.”

Hazel did, beginning with my back, arms, and legs.

When she reached for my face, I pulled back.

“Just a little more,” she said.

It wasn’t the stinging sensation of the ointment as it was placed on my skin that bothered me. I didn’t want Titans to know who I was.

“Maybe you shouldn’t put it on my face,” I said.

“Why not?” she said. “I’ve been dying to see what you look like under there.”

“Maybe you won’t like what you see.”

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