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He took her hand, heading towards his den.
“You are very biased.” What
She drifted off rather quickly, her body relaxing easily against Sariel.
“Let’s just go to bed, okay?” he asked, sounding tired and worried. “Let’s just sleep.”
She nodded, resting her head on Sariel's chest. "Alright. Go to sleep then."
"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault."
He rested his head on the table tiredly. "So, what's the plan after this?"
"Nope. That's not how it works."
"Oh, alright," she said, relaxing as she curled up next to Sariel. "Are you going to sleep?"
Happy late birthday!
He frowned, looking almost distraught at this point.
"Well, I'm sold."
"You are a biased party, my love."
"Of course," she said, looking over at him with a small smile. It dropped after a moment and she considered him. "What were you going to ask?"
"You would?"
"No one important."
"I don't think you know how facts work."
She continued to stroke his hair gently as he drifted off, her fingers soothing. "You okay?" she asked Warner in a low tone.
"What do you think?"
"Well, I feel the same way about you. Isn't that crazy?"
