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Re: Chapter 1: Fort Barthone
His words prompt a crooked grin to play over her lips, her eyes not quite meeting his, and it's hard to tell in the low light, but she just might be blushing a little bit. "Knocked your head and now you're a poet, hmm?" There's a light tease in her voice, one that hints that she's likely more used to deflecting words like that than accepting them. She isn't however, moving away from him, obviously not minding the brush of his hand over her back. He can feel her shifting her weight more to her left arm, but she doesn't move away from him. "I've a feeling I'm going to distract you from getting a good rest if I stay here," she chuckles softly, more seeming to mean positioned as she is, not in the infirmary itself.
His words prompt a crooked grin to play over her lips, her eyes not quite meeting his, and it's hard to tell in the low light, but she just might be blushing a little bit. "Knocked your head and now you're a poet, hmm?" There's a light tease in her voice, one that hints that she's likely more used to deflecting words like that than accepting them. She isn't however, moving away from him, obviously not minding the brush of his hand over her back. He can feel her shifting her weight more to her left arm, but she doesn't move away from him. "I've a feeling I'm going to distract you from getting a good rest if I stay here," she chuckles softly, more seeming to mean positioned as she is, not in the infirmary itself.