( Still holding his hand, she makes an awkward, stilted, and above all slow move to lie down next to him, pressed against his side. She figures it's one way to help sorta spread warmth -- granted, that's hoping each time Caesar complained about her being hot was actually somewhat valid, and not just him being him.
(She suspects it's at least partly true.) )
Will they ever fade? Or will they stay until you can make them go away?
( She means the crystals. Glancing back up at them now, she smiles. )
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(She suspects it's at least partly true.) )
Will they ever fade? Or will they stay until you can make them go away?
( She means the crystals. Glancing back up at them now, she smiles. )
It's a little like an inside sky right now.