[At some point during the night, Yona lets go of Slaine's hand.
It's not on purpose - mostly, it's because she's tossing and turning a little in her sleep. Her rest is fitful as she dreams, but luckily, in the morning she doesn't remember any of it.
She wakes feeling a little more rested than before, but not by much, and she blinks blearily at the person sleeping in the chair next to her mattress as she wakes up.]
...
Slaine?
[Huh.
So he really did stay.
Hesitantly, she reaches out for him, her fingers brushing against his hand like she's afraid he'll disappear if she touches him.]
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It's not on purpose - mostly, it's because she's tossing and turning a little in her sleep. Her rest is fitful as she dreams, but luckily, in the morning she doesn't remember any of it.
She wakes feeling a little more rested than before, but not by much, and she blinks blearily at the person sleeping in the chair next to her mattress as she wakes up.]
...
Slaine?
[Huh.
So he really did stay.
Hesitantly, she reaches out for him, her fingers brushing against his hand like she's afraid he'll disappear if she touches him.]