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"You think so? We can each have half of each others', if you'd like."
She was still fast asleep, her body warm against his. Her face was sweeter in sleep, less sarcastic and closed off. Her fingers were curled into...
He looked slightly melancholy. "Then they die."
"You really are."
"That you felt the way you do."
“I’m getting an apple pecan salad, I think.”
She mumbled distractedly in her sleep, her finds curling in his shirt.
“Their language is difficult to understand though. They don’t have a voice. They shift their weight instead.”
“Oh, I know.”
He laughed slightly. “I had... I had no idea.”
She smirked. “Wow.”
The next morning, Petra’s face was buried in his chest.
“Yeah. They’re terrible gossips.”
He laughed, kissing the top of her head.
He took a slow breath, wrapping his arms around her.
She looked over at him, taking a sip of her water. "What are you going to get?"
(Zoop?)
"They share growing tips. Height is a really important thing in Tree Culture."
“In fact, you’d have to take me back to my cabin room.”
“That’s good. I’m glad you think so.”
