"Probably," said Mikhail, "and, as for the mess hall, I think so as well." He was still worried, but he was now saving that for another time. Gently taking her hand, the boy spoke:

"The other kids would want to see you again; let's see how preperations are doing." His voice was soft, tender. [i]I don't want those green eyes to be sad[/i], Mikhail thought.

"You were brave back then, you know that?" he would say as he tried to lead her to where the other kids were. "Brave and, if you don't mind me saying, beautiful." 

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