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[musichetta]

I realize why you couldn't possibly send me anywhere. How difficult would it be for you to fill in the blanks of a girl who only exists in passing, in quotations but never quite in actions?

I like who I am, Mademoiselle, truly. I like what you have made me. I love my boys and I'm grateful to have them with me.

[ She is the tiniest bit jealous of another lass in the headspace, but doesn't quite know how to phrase it. Musichetta falls quiet, lowering her head over clasped hands. ]

You needn't fret over my ramblings, cherie. I know not what I came here to say, in the end.

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[quatre_ailes]

And we are very grateful to have you, chère . It wouldn't be the same without you.

[musichetta]

Do you think I would ever leave you? Never, I say! [ She smiles warmly. ]

I fear I enjoy being the center of attention too much.

[quatre_ailes]

I quite agree! [Yup, getting pulled close now.]

And so you should, you deserve it.

[musichetta]

[ Giggling, 'Chetta wraps her arms around him, standing on her tiptoes to steal a kiss. To hell with decorum. ]

Oh, I wouldn't say I deserve it, but am pleased that there are a few who will happily give it to me.

[quatre_ailes]

And why shouldn't you? You're the most charming young lady I know. [He is so very biased -- and stealing a kiss right back, smoothing her hair back to 'check for fever' but really mostly because he likes her hair a lot, okay.]

[musichetta]

I might just be, but then again, you do spend much of your time in the company of your male friends. [ She tips her chin up slightly, knowing fully well that she does not have a fever, but happily obliging him. ]

Am I ill, Emile?

[quatre_ailes]

I do, and even though Courfeyrac is quite a charming fellow, he cannot do you justice. [His hand lingers for a moment, smiling, and then he's back to holding her close.]

Not that I can see.

[musichetta]

[ She lifts a hand to check his forehead for a fever, and also to fix his hair, especially that one lock she can never seem to brush away from his face. ]

Neither are you! I'm no expert, but I might as well be a nurse, considering all the training I've received in our time together.

[quatre_ailes]

Ah, good, I was rather worried. [And she's getting tugged a bit closer for a small kiss.]

[musichetta]

[ She'll be greedy with him and steal a longer one, giggling. ]

When are you not? I do think your medicinal magnets have worked.

[quatre_ailes]

Have they? [He brightens a bit and grins.] I shall have to tell Combeferre, he didn't believe me.

[musichetta]

Well, how else would we make scientific discoveries if we did not experiment? I know that much is true.

I shan't complain of your frequent inspections of my tongue.

[quatre_ailes]

Mmm, good. Neither shall I. [That is an entirely innocent smile.]

[musichetta]

And how does it look to you now? [ She promptly sticks it out for him before grinning. ]

[quatre_ailes]

[And he is giving it a (mostly fake) considering look, wrinkling his nose.]

I do believe you are quite safe for now, my dear.

[musichetta]

[ Musichetta mirrors his expression before laughing again. ]

I'll check in with the doctor on a later date, though if you've any daily medicines or rituals for me, then I look forward to hearing your suggestions.