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He took it, his grip warm.
"Perfectly well, thank you."
(A few months?)
He sighed, unsure what to say. "You're okay."
"..Yes."
(Yoop!)
He hesitated, glancing up at the Alyndar before nodding slowly and approaching, his voice gentle. "You'll be alright, Eden. Everything will be...
"That is rude."
She didn't wake, her expression peaceful.
Sam relaxed slightly, keeping still.
"I'll look it up."
She leaned into his touch, drifting off .
He watched, saying nothing.
"I'll make them myself."
She smiled softly before shutting her eyes, looking tired.
He looked worried, his expression concerned.
He shook his head. "Nope."
She scooted over, patting the side of the bed.
His brows furrowed.
"No more frittata for you."
