[ she drops her hand, seeming to squint at him in the dim lighting, but in actuality she's just... trying to think past the fuzziness of sleep that's startled to settle over her again, now that the threat of danger has passed. ]
...cherries.
[ she blinks a bit, and finally recognition seems to dawn on her again. ]
Do you want to come in...? [ that can't be comfortable, sitting like that. ]
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...cherries.
[ she blinks a bit, and finally recognition seems to dawn on her again. ]
Do you want to come in...? [ that can't be comfortable, sitting like that. ]