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“Das me,” she says as she makes herself comfortable. She doesn’t realize the panic she’d given her little brother but she does feel his heart beat a little harder from his chest as she lounges against him. “Why aren’t cha with papa on tha borders?” she asks, sleepy slurred speech and the position she’s laying in keeps her from enunciating properly. Not that she cares how she sounds in the presence of her brother. She turns a little to peer at his face from the awkward position, wondering if he’d be interested in a little exploration without the watchful eye of their parents. “C'mon, get up,” she says and gives him a nudge then latches onto the back of his scruff where she then scrambles and tries to pull him up from the ground.