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“Why do I feel like Fim?” Auri asked him sheepishly. Demetri pondered her question and after a moment responded. “Because Auri, she is still apart of you. Until you face her you will never fully diminish her existence.” A long moment passed between them; the cool air caressing strands of bronze curls across her rosy cheeks. She shivered and Demetri came to her. “Aureus, please, take my cloak?”Auri looked at him with tears threatening to spill from eyes as she stood, Demetri matching her movements. Normally he would stay away from a situation like this. Especially with this girl who seemed more venerable than any other he had worked with. This particular patient embodied every trait he found attractive in a women. What made her exceptionally hard to resist was that she needed him, and he had a strong urge to take her into his arms. Just as this thought entered his mind the girl nicknamed Auri slipped her hands into his cloak and wrapped her arms around him. She then stood at his side, one arm around his back. “Thank you. I appreciate everything you have done for me. I know I am not an easy person to deal with. But thanks to you I am getting stronger. I believe Gwydion is expecting us, and I believe a storm is coming.” Aureus and Demetri walked briskly down the grassy hill and into the woods. Once under the canopy of towering redwoods, the sun seemed to have blinked away and urgency came into the pairs hurried footsteps.
It was twenty minutes later when they reached the log cabin. It never seized to astonish her when the cabin came into sight. The rather large building of three bedrooms equipped with privies, a kitchen, lab and common area was so cleverly hidden amongst the brush that Aureus was always closer to it than she realized when her eyes finally adjusted to the scene. The two story log cabin was built between three small hills so that its second floor appeared to be only barely above ground. The common room is reached by walking a slope between the two smallest hills which are covered with young redwoods and seasonal gardens. The path is outlined with large river stones which Gwydion in his youth, hauled in pairs from the creek just south of here.