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Evien was welcome here, it seemed. And, as he had previously stated, was certainly not going to stay awake to talk. As the girl rested her head down, so did he, on top of folded arms. 

It had been a long day, and sleep would come quickly. Evien would wake early and return to his den - it needed tidied up - but he had enjoyed his one-sided conversation with the newly-named Leila. Perhaps he'd find more time to get to know her in the future.

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