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 Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 1:11 pm
Mmmph. Was her eloquent response. Don't want to move. The idea of a bed sounded lovely, but the consequential idea of getting up to walk to the bed sounded terrible. She buried her head into the plush of the armchair and muttered out something that sounded like it could have been a word at one point, but deteriorated into nothing but noise. A few seconds later, her breathing had grown slow and heavy, and she was out like a light. Entering Amrita's mind had been exhausting.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 2:19 pm
Malodore got to its feet as Riley fell asleep; Luce, displaced by the movement, curled up next to Riley's own feet. The plague doctor whisked the blanket off of its own bed and tucked it lightly over the ithilid with a slight bow.
"Riposare e guarire, mia cara."
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