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[of_traken]

The Trakenite has been quiet lately. Blame the mun and her new job.

She's come down, though, to sit in the lobby with a cup of hot cocoa and a book of Shakespeare. She's quite comfortable but as lovely as William is? She'd not mind in the least if she were disturbed.

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[trion_prince]

"Is that cocoa with water or milk?" Turlough asks as he perches familiarly on the arm of her chair.

[of_traken]

"With milk, of course." She smiles and looks up at him before offering him the mug. "Would you like a sip?"

[trion_prince]

"I would." He accepts the mug. "Sometimes when you make it with milk it can be too sweet." He sips. "But I should have known... you're already so sweet you don't make that mistake."

He offers her the mug back, careful not to spill it.

[of_traken]

She watches him and chuckles, letting her fingers brush across his when he hands her the mug. "I find it's more rich when you use milk, but if you're careful..."

"How are you, Turlough?"

[trion_prince]

The small touch makes him smile, and it still seems as if his face is more used to solemn expressions. "I'm well, Nyssa. Just bored. Earth is so boring when you're stuck in small part of it."

[of_traken]

His smiles are highly valued because of how rare they are, how foreign they are on his mouth.

"I quite agree." She wrinkles her nose and her book closes, the cocoa is set on the table and she leans her head on his knee. "Luckily I'm not the sort who needs to be amused every hour of the day."

[trion_prince]

"If you were, I'm sure you'd find something amusing, because you're bright like that. Most people do here." He runs his fingers through her hair, gentle and slow.

[of_traken]

"Including you." Nyssa compliments, leaning into his touch like a kitten to a friendly hand. "That feels nice..."

[trion_prince]

"You have such nice skin. It's hard to keep my hands to myself." Admitting such things was a bit new to him, but he trusted Nyssa wouldn't take it awry.

[of_traken]

Nyssa chuckled. "You'll find I've no complaints about that. I rather like your hands."

[trion_prince]

"You never were the complaining sort." The look he gives her isn't quite a smile, but it's full of cheerful mischief. "How do I know you're sincere?"