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After awhile, she looked over noticing this. She stood, retrieving two blankets, putting one over him and using the other for herself.
She hesitated. "It made them drunk, right? This does that too."
(Yoop!)
She nodded, going quiet.
She tilted her head curiously. "Not a fan?"
He drifted off into a light sleep after her.
She stayed there, observing the stars. "I want to see a shooting star."
"Mm," she murmured, looking down as she sipped her wine, offering some to him. "I'll be alright. Don't worry."
He ran his fingers through her hair, relaxing.
She sighed. "I trust you."
She shrugged thoughtfully. "I'm not sure. We'll have to see how we feel."
He laid back. "Then you can practice.'
She looked at the sky again, folding her hands.
She did as well, eating quietly.
"Zad will be just fine.. Trust me, alright?"
She laughed. "Glad to hear."
She nodded, taking his hand and squeezing it. "Let's eat, okay?"
He sighed. "Just sleep, alright?"
She grinned. "It's not a crime to want to."
She leaned into his touch halfheartedly, closing her eyes. "I'm sorry."
