The pixie’s head pounded. She sat alone in a darkened room, waiting for the drugs to take the pain away. She wanted to cry, it hurt so badly, but being a brave pixie she could not.
From out of nowhere, a form appeared, reaching to touch her pounding brow. Gentle fingers stroked her fevered skin, whispering soothing words to draw the pain away.
She smiled gratefully, uttering one word of thanks. “Umph”. Hugo nodded, understanding its full meaning, and then vanished, leaving one arched brow hovering in mid air for a long, sweet moment, and then she was alone again.