Mm. [It's a soft agreement and his voice is dim, like everything else around her, muted and hazy. There's a bed. Beds are good and they don't move, but she suddenly wants to laugh.]
Good thing the bed's not far. [That's definitely not something she thought she'd be saying to Braxiatel of all people.]
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Good thing the bed's not far. [That's definitely not something she thought she'd be saying to Braxiatel of all people.]