•none•of•us•are•angels• {Eter<3}

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He didnt flinch or pull away.

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"How do you not feel this?" Cei murmured in confusion, "That pan was so hot.."

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"I stopped feeling things in my hands when i was sixteen, i can control them, but i cant feel them" he said with a shrug.

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Cei frowned and looked up at him, "How did that happen?"

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He shrugged "i dont know, it just went away, the pain"

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He gently pulled his hands out of the water, examining them, "It sounds like a good thing, but pain is meant to help us in life. So it's probably bad.." Cei pressed a light kiss to each of his palms, "My Eomma used to do that when I was hurt. Like it was magic and would help." He smiled shyly and stepped back.

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He smiled softly

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"Maybe it'll help you," he shrugged, shuffling his feet.

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He chuckled and then without hesitation quickly went and carved the turkey, putting the large bird on a platter.

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The meal looked delicious and perfect, "I think the Starks will be very pleased," he commented quietly.

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He nodded "i hope, dont worry, the slaves always get leftovers." He said continuing to decorate the meal.

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"Leftovers of this?" He asked in awe.

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He nodded.

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Cei blinked as he looked at him, "I've never eaten food like this before."

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"Neither have i, they only let us on thanksgiving apparently" he said

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Cei looked happy, in a way that a child only could, at the thought of eating the food, "I think this place is nicer than my last household."

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"Its a lot nicer than most"

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"Have you ever been p-punished here?" Cei asked quietly.

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"I have, but only the slaves who have close interactions with the family get punished, so your not in jeopardy." he said

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The boy let out a breath of relief, "Punishment is scary.." He mumured, closing his eyes.