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Her mouth tightens into a hard line, lips zipped shut, as she realizes that she’s literally been babbling on and on, while Amun could probably use some not-sleep. “His name is Locke, and Bastien’s theory can wait till tomorrow. All of it can. I didn’t mean to throw all of this at you in one go - only hours after we got you back.” Shaking her head, she snorts and mentally berates herself - briefly - but she does. Death and strategy and the Gods’ doings were hardly easy bedtime stories.
Standing, she gestures to the bed. “Would you be more comfortable here? I can tuck you in.” Trying to waggle her eyebrows back at her brother in a poor mockery of one of his usual expressions, Wessex does her best to downplay the offer. No big deal. She’d tuck any of her siblings in, right?
Standing, she gestures to the bed. “Would you be more comfortable here? I can tuck you in.” Trying to waggle her eyebrows back at her brother in a poor mockery of one of his usual expressions, Wessex does her best to downplay the offer. No big deal. She’d tuck any of her siblings in, right?
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