[Even paying attention proves to be a Sisyphean task in her state... She begins to doze off, but jolts awake midway through.]
Fyrra...
[she murmurs dimly, spreading across his palm with her arm outstretched, reaching for something. She pats the surface of his hand a couple of times before succumbing to the crash of another wave of sleep, nestling against him in comfortable defeat.
When she shifts this way, a tiny object becomes visible. Her pipe has been behind her this entire time! Earth to Asseylum!]
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Fyrra...
[she murmurs dimly, spreading across his palm with her arm outstretched, reaching for something. She pats the surface of his hand a couple of times before succumbing to the crash of another wave of sleep, nestling against him in comfortable defeat.
When she shifts this way, a tiny object becomes visible. Her pipe has been behind her this entire time! Earth to Asseylum!]