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"Sure," he said, taking it for her.
"What kind of icecream are you getting?"
She nodded, burying her face in his side again. "Weird, huh...?" she said, laughing slightly as she drifted off again.
"This kind of work. Your brain doesn't work this way," he said, looking over at him. "You should probably stay home with Aug."
He nodded, looking down at the ground and clearing his throat. "Ahem. Of course."
He glanced down at her. "I love you too, silly thing."
"I don't know," she said, her eyes opening, her bright green irises gazing up at him thoughtfully. "I'm still waking up, but I was so happy you...
"You clearly don't have the brain for this," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
His gaze flickered down to her after a moment. "It's gone," he said softly.
"I suppose...."
Her eyes were still closed and she spoke as if she were still dreaming. "I'm so glad you're here," she mumbled sleepily.
His expression turned deadly serious.
He sighed and reached down, brushing it off with his thumb.
"Siren culture is like that too."
There was a silence for a few minutes. "...Sariel?"
"That's not a challenge, Aspen."
He frowned, coming over to her. "Dirt on your forehead."
"How so?"
Her hair was extremely messy and her brows were furrowed stubbornly in sleep, her fingers curled in his feathers.
"I normally just explore for a couple hours, but I don't think you're up to it yet."
