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She shot him a quick look at his unnecessary comment although it was obvious she meant nothing ill of it. Before she could even protest though he acted in a way that soothed any thought of being stubborn. Perhaps it was the sleepiness that made her so brave in that moment but she aimed to bury her face in the fur of his neck, assuming he did not push her away. That kind of goes against keeping me warm. She mumbled into his thick fur. How...how did you sleep? Although it was a simple question she felt awkward asking it. What if she did something weird in her sleep? Or what if she kicked him?