[ She can feel the tension still keeping him rigid, but she doesn't draw attention to it. She's convinced he'll have to sleep sooner or later – either from the stress of the day or the strain of being so cold. Her hand rubs gently over his side, offering additional friction; the sooner his trunk heats, the better for them both.
She glances at him from the corner of her eye when he speaks again, considering him for a second. ]
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She glances at him from the corner of her eye when he speaks again, considering him for a second. ]
Why do you ask?