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She fell silent for a moment before shrugging. “I think that might be my problem too.”
He shifted sleepily, and she would feel that he was falling asleep again.
“You don’t deserve to be snapped at,” she replied, looking a little sheepish.
His laughter shook his chest and he yawned sleepily. “For now,” he agreed. “For now we have some peace.”
She fell silent, but as they walked, her shoulders slumped and she dropped her hands. “...sorry.”
“Or maybe I was just tortured,” he mused playfully. “Maybe it has nothing to do with you.”
She squinted at him, frowning a little. “It’s a good life,” she repeated, crossing her arms. “I’m happy to have the life I have.”
“Maybe,” he murmured quietly. “I’m sorry to be such a bore.”
She looked up at him, misinterpreting his silence. “What? You don’t believe me?”
His eyes remained closed, but a smirk crossed his lips. “I can feel you looking at me,” he muttered. “Don’t think too much about it.”
“I like it,” she said easily. “It’s a simple life, but I don’t know if I’m clever enough for a complex life, you know?” She hesitated, and he...
He went quiet for a moment before he sighed, draping one arm over her shoulder. “You just are.”
She laughed a little, looking down at her hands. “Finneas is the one directly after me. He’s 56 and a really good cook. Then there’s Rosalind,...
“For me,” he clarified, closing his eyes. “Special.”
She laughed a little, her face softening. “I have four. All are younger than I am.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said, yawning sleepily. “You’re just... different. That’s all.”
She nodded, looking up at him. “Of course. We have the Solstices and the New Year and the Eclipses... stuff like that. Elves rarely miss a chance...
He laughed a little, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m not good with compliments.”
“Once a month,” she said, her tone turning wistful. “During the full moon.”
He looked a little uncomfortable, but sighed. “Thanks, Cal.”
