Today you get two chapters because they are very short.
Also, I have never heard fav's voice, but I somehow can still hear her sing "COMMA, COMMA, COMMA , BABY, TE DIGO CON DISIMULO" (yeah, Juanes' "La camisa negra") to point out every single comma I missed.
VII
"It's not ideal, but it'd do for the night," he says as they enter the room that had once belonged to his sister. "And there's some dust, but, oh, allow me…" Releasing Eleven's hand, he closes his eyes; an ephemeral gust of wind hits the bedclothes, blowing away some of the dust. "There. I wouldn't say it's as good as new, but you should be able to get some sleep, and maybe we can find you a change of clothes…" He opens Alice's closet and produces a white nightgown. Understandably, it smells like it hasn't been worn in over a decade, but it's definitely better than Eleven's gown, which is in tatters after the day's excursion through the thickets. "Here; put this on before going to bed."
With a weak nod, Eleven takes the fabric and goes to sit on the bed. Childishly, she hops in place to test the bounciness of the mattress.
"It's…"
"Soft? Comfy?" She nods. "Excellent. I wish for you to be as comfortable as possible, even if I am yet unable to provide everything you need."
"Thanks…" Eleven hesitates. "Peter."
Henry must fight to keep his face neutral. Eleven notices his struggle, or at least so it would seem as her eyes reflect timidly what little light enters the shadowy room.
"No…?" she tries.
Henry suppresses a sigh and, after a moment's pause, decides that, indeed, being truthful with her is, when feasible, the best policy.
"Peter is the name that Brenner gave me when he took away my identity. Just like One." He explains earnestly. "Even though my past is not all that pleasant, certainly I was Henry when I first discovered my… abilities and my love for arachnids."
"I think," he continues then, "Henry is who I want to be from now on."
Eleven nods.
"Thanks…" This time she hesitates less. "Henry."
Henry smiles back at her.
"You're welcome, Eleven. Now, if that's all, I'll leave you. I'll be sleeping in the room across the hall; wake me up if you need anything, all right?"
"Y-yes…"
Henry nods one last time as he prepares to leave. As he grabs the doorknob, he hears the little girl's tiny voice say only one word:
"Henry."