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He turned, gently resting her on the bed before grabbing the guitar and taking a seat in his chair, strumming a few cords.
"Or I can just do it myself."
He awoke a bit after, his eyes fluttering as he yawned.
She paused. "Boop?"
He tilted his head curiously.
He nodded, letting her rest.
"Yes. Just do it however you'd like and that's how pixies do it!"
He turned over, burying his face in the pillow.
She gave him a quick kiss.
He passed it to her.
"Petra, I'm not sad."
"I'm not sure. You would know."
He didn't wake, shifting.
"I'll stay with you."
"Want to try?"
"I'm not."
"Anything, I suppose. I did yours how dryads usually do it."
He shifted, not waking.
"So will you."
He grinned. "Thanks. Want some?"
