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Curt braced his throbbing head in his only hand and tried to ignore the tremble he could feel running through his fingers.[You need a break]“Do you think they care?” Curt scoffed at the voice only he could hear. “Results, that’s what matters: not how much blood, sweat, and pain it took to get them. I have no time for a break.”[This will hurt] she muttered.“What–”An odd feeling spread through his body, a warm rush that washed away the exhaustion. Curt sat up straighter, surprised to feel that his headache had disappeared. Why had she said it would hurt? He didn’t hurt anymore: in fact, he felt better than before![A boost] She offered, her voice hardly more than a whisper in his recovered mind. [It will not do much, perhaps no more than a few hours, but now you have the time you need]“Are you going to be alright?” Curt asked, concern marring his mood. She had sacrificed her personal energies to renew him: did that mean she had taken on his pain in return?[You now have time to finish] she repeated, strained but firm.He nodded; he would make her efforts count.