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She looked up at him before smiling slightly. "Yes."
"No, I was sparing your feelings."
She nudged him with her head gently. "Are you happy?"
"I've known you your whole life."
She laughed a little, sipping her tea. "I think you're really handsome, if that helps."
Puck started laughing deeply. “A huge snorer.”
She looked over at him before kissing his cheek. “Are you unhappy?”
“You do,” Ben and Puck said in unison.
“You’re frowning,” she said, sitting next to him and offering the mug of tea.
He sat up and began working at the fire as Boris let loose a particularly gnarly snore.
She approached him, tilting her head. "Why so sad?"
He closed his eyes again for a moment, relishing her touch. "It's alright. I'll make breakfast."
She walked around town for a while, not quite sure what she was looking for. After about an hour, she returned, holding two mugs of tea.
He relaxed, taking her hand. “Yeah. Thank you.”
He would hear her giggle before she left, her pink cloak billowing as she departed.
His eyes opened and he looked up at her, squinting. “Hmm...?”
She watched him for a moment before heading towards the entrance. “You’re my type.”
He was still fast asleep under her hands.
She grinned at him earnestly. “I always am,” she replied, standing up. “Go back to sleep.”
“It’s awfully hard work being a traitor with a short lifespan,” Puck agreed.
