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“What is it that you do when you heal someone? I mean the heat that flows from you – where does it come from?”
He stopped again and looked deeply into my eyes, but after a few seconds he shook his head lightly. “I’ll tell you some other time.”
“Okay, but at least tell me this: are you going to heal me again?”
He tilted his head and gave me a long glance before he asked in his deep voice, “Would you like me to?”
I swallowed hard. Somehow it felt like my question had been about something else entirely.
Nodding slowly, I answered, “Yes, I would like you to touch… I meanhealme again.” I broke eye contact, biting my lower lip.
“Okay. I’ll do it when we get back to the cabin, then.”
“Great.” I walked on, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.
“Did you think of something that you value about yourself?” he said after a few minutes.
“Ehh, I’m funny,” I said. “Or at least I can be. People said I was pretty funny inDancing with Butterflies.”
“Is that one of your movies?”
“Yes. It was only a major blockbuster this year – don’t tell me you didn’t hear of it.”
“I’m not big on movies. But even if I were, it still wouldn’t count.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m asking aboutyou, Chloe. Not some character you portrayed with lines written by other people. Do you understand?”
“I guess so,” I muttered and trotted along. “Well, I’m loyal. Does that count?”
“Yes. That’s a really good example of something that no one can take away from you. If your career flops or you lose your money, you still have that to appreciate about yourself.”
“Yeah, loyalty means a lot to me. But in a way I think it’s one of the things that kept me with Niko, so maybe it’s not entirely a good thing.”
“Loyalty is good. Blind loyalty, however, is bad. There’s a difference!”
“Right. So I value that I’m loyal and then there’s my generosity, I like that about me too.”
“Can you elaborate?”
“Well, I always take time to pose for pictures and give autographs, and I go to a ton of fundraisers, and I’m even thinking about starting my own charity foundation.”
“Really? And what would your foundation focus on?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe psychological relief for victims of abuse, or maybe something related to nature.”
He nodded slowly. “Ona told me you’re making a large donation to the wild life foundation.”
“Yes, ten percent of what I made this year. It was the price for Onava to work with me.”
“And how much is ten percent?” He looked down and scraped his foot along the dirt.
“I’m not sure exactly; my accountant will transfer the money.”
“But you must know a rough estimate.”
“Yeah,” I said, low. “Probably somewhere around ten million.”
