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Perhaps now I will be forgiven.

It was a childish grudge, held because you were alive and a foolish mortal needed someone to blame.

Do not let it disturb you further.

*Can't bring himself to look at her*

As you wish.

What do you need to be forgiven for? *tilts head*

*offers her piggy back*

Because I did a nasty thing to someone.

*gets up onto his back and smiles*

Oh.

*tilts head*

Will you do nasty things to me when we're married?

*coughs awkwardly, jumping up to get her more comfortable on her back*

Course not...

*wraps arms around his neck and holds on, giggling as he jumps*

You'll only ever be very nice to me?

You'll be my wife I'll have to be or you'll beat me up.