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Despite his earlier energy, he assured there that they could just lay here. "You're so sweet," she purred again, rearranging herself so she could run her tongue up and over Tveir's wrinkled face a few times. Eventually, she stopped and touched her forehead against his, like a bump of solidarity.

"I'm gonna take a nap," she told him. Depression was wearying. "When I wake up, I'll play with you. Deal?" She managed a halfhearted smile for Tveir, then curled up beside him, black feet tucked and breath sighing from her as she lay still and waited for sleep to come.