Swiftcurrent Creek Lick your wounds

Arlette happily settled against him. She knew she wasn't going to be able to keep watch with his warmth next to her. When he wished her goodnight she realized she didn't really have a nickname for him. Perhaps that was something he wasn't interested in. "Night, Arric." Her wish ending in a hum. She rested her head on top of him but quickly started to doze. Within 20 minutes she was just as fast asleep as he was.


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