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She backed off. "Fine, fine."
She watched him curiously, her eyes observant. "Is it gone?"
"Mm. Maybe to you. I think we're both just used to different things."
He opened an eye. "Hm?"
She crossed her arms at him.
She crossed her eyes slightly in an attempt to look, going to wipe it off with a frown but missing.
"It's all so orderly! And pretty and clean and well managed."
"Hmph," he muttered quietly, before letting himself relax back into the pillows.
She squinted. "I can do it."
She set up a few potted plants on the shelves, wiping her forehead and smearing a bit of dirt. She didn't seem to notice. "Nope."
"Elf culture is so different from mine."
He looked down at her curiously, tilting his head.
"Did you have somewhere else in mind?"
"I'm not sure."
She observed the city as they went, her eyes wide with interest and curiosity.
Sariel shifted, his eyes fluttering open as he stretched his wings.
"Alright. Back to base?"
She looked back at her own hands. "Huh."
She nodded, squeezing his hand and keeping close.
(Zoop until she wakes up?)
