#5: Heiki (weapon) & Heiki (fine)
Every since that fateful day, there was always one place she could go; one place that was sure to hold the wayward colonel. And because it was the place it was she never knew whether to be thankful or troubled for it. Sometimes, it was both. She was relieved when she found him there safe and relatively unharmed on those days when he'd been unusually moody, silent. It was only doubly so when Ed got off with little to no teasing. She was always so thankful because he hadn't done what he feared, had failed to do in the past, as he'd once admitted, or had failed to do again, as was sometimes true.
It was those days that caused her the most worry. But she never feared for him, his mental well-being. She had promised herself that she would give in to that fear when he actually got passed the safety. But until he did, she would continue to run to his hiding place when he managed to escape her. And upon arriving, would give him a few minutes more to himself after his glance, step up beside him for a few more, and place a hand gently upon his arm when it was time to go.
He always knew when she was there and she always knew just how long to give him. Sometimes, she wondered, if this was all some sort of test. If she took too long to get there or didn't come at all, for whatever reason, would that be enough to pull? She always dispelled away with such thoughts, never liking them and thinking that he wasn't that kind of person. But there was evidence that said otherwise under the right circumstances, and she promised herself that she would always be there for him. And if she wasn't, she would run there, would be there soon.
But that day hadn't yet come, and until it did, she would continue to pick him up from the spot and drive him home, a stop at the market for fresh fruit the only interruption. And until he expressed desire for otherwise, so it would be.
