[She doesn't protest, doesn't push him or move away, but instead, welcomes it with a soft hum and an even softer laugh. She never minds when he rests there. She prefers it, actually, as she feels him move his lips over her scars and her eyes instinctively flutter shut, encourages him with fingers carding affectionately through his hair and kisses the tips of his ears.
Some short amount of time goes by before she gently nudges at him. Not enough to shove him off, but hopefully enough to get his attention in that "time to get up" sort of way.]
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Some short amount of time goes by before she gently nudges at him. Not enough to shove him off, but hopefully enough to get his attention in that "time to get up" sort of way.]
Eustace...