[ He clenches his fists without realizing it, the hand at her back gripping at the fabric of her shirt. It’s a desperate little action that betrays his worry, and he can only hope that in her state, she doesn’t realize what it means. ]
Ssh, ssh. Get some rest, and then we can entertain those thoughts, yes?
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Ssh, ssh. Get some rest, and then we can entertain those thoughts, yes?