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He leaned away. "When..?"
She squeezed his hands. "It's like your version of paintings."
"How mean."
"What do you mean?"
It would be a moment until Tez woke, sleepily looking over. "..Rowan?"
"How do you know?"
She reached up, brushing his hand with her own. "Of course I do."
"You're muddled."
"I doubt it."
(Yoop!)
"I disagree."
"You will? I love when you sing to me."
"Well, the intent still stands."
"..Right. We have a meeting. We can do it later."
She looked over, watching him very intently with longing eyes. She stood up, pulling a small shell from her pocket and bringing it close to her...
"Oh.. Okay."
"No, not at all. I'm just being mysterious."
"Am not."
She said nothing, turning away and curling up again.
"I don't know what song."
