“Dash is just moody.” Lexx tapped the wall idly, indecision filling his mind. “Don’t be afraid of him. He wont’ hurt you.” The statement drifted into thought as Lexx stared at the door. ‘No. Do not touch her! I want to! I want to comfort her.’ He turned and inquired. “Are you okay, Chel?”
“Yes,…” Chel replied sheepishly. “I was just worried about Zeta.” She felt silly and awkward considering that in reality, she was the one who had triggered the fight by wanting to know who Lexx was talking to. ‘I should ask him what he was yelling about and who he was talking to,.. but if he wants me to know he’d probably tell me.’ Chel mused to herself.
“I’ll see to Zeta’s wounds and keep them out of here while you sleep.” Lexx turned back to the door. He had to get out of there as soon as possible. “Good night, Chel.”
