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She laughed a little. "I'm not the one who dislikes touch. It was nice. I found you something."
His eyes closed and he paused. "That's a good idea."
She laughed, flushing a little. "Not too long. You were holding me again." She gestured to her waist. "That thing people do. Spooning, I think...
"Maybe I can recheck out those books," he mused, watching her.
She was smiling at him, her eyes soft in the morning light as she settled down He was still curled around her spot and she tilted her head....
"We'll work on it, Elf," he said with a small laugh. "It's just like anything else."
She noticed a particularly nice shell, its peach surface reminiscent of the sunrise. It had a nice shine to it, and she picked it up before...
"Maybe," he agreed, opening his eyes. "Flying not your thing?"
She looked around for a moment before slipping off her shoes, rolling up her pant legs and walking into the water, watching as it rippled around...
"It's the magyck and general distaste for conflict," he replied with a small laugh.
She softened, watching him for a moment before standing up, pulling up his blanket on him before walking over to the shore, her blonde hair...
He stretched out next to her, still dozing a little. "How's your back?"
She woke sleepily, confused as to why she was so warm for a moment before she glanced down, noticing his hands. She raised an eyebrow curiously...
"Mm... it's nice to sleep in a bed again," he replied quietly. "What about you?"
She had mostly drifted off to sleep by that point, but she opened her eyes blearily, tipping her head back to look up at him before settling back...
He relaxed, closing his eyes again. "Hello," he said quietly, his voice a low rumble in his chest.
She looked over at him for a moment before turning on her side, her back to him as she curled up and closed her eyes. If he looked, he would see...
He shifted awake after a moment, lifting his head slightly. "...Cal...?"
She sat on her side, looking over at him. Their relative sizes complemented each other, and they were able to lie on the bedroll without touching...
He leaned into her touch, his face unusually untroubled in sleep. He had slight stubble on his chin, and his jawline was sharp and set, but...
