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[objective_ali]

Tropical locales never held the same interest for Alistair as they did for other people. He and the sun weren't on the best terms, after all, and tourist traps held no interest for him. Too muddled by all the people. Thus, they weren't much different to any other place, in his opinion

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[_meadow_lark]

Savannah creeped up to the door and very quietly knocked on it. She was losing her nerve already.

[objective_ali]

"Mmfh." He sleepily rolled off his bed and thumping and shuffling sounds could be heard before he opened the door, blinking owlishly. He looked all rumpled and fluffy.

"Hi, Savvy." Yawn.

[_meadow_lark]

"Hi. I...er..." She shuffled sandaled feet on the polished wood floor. "I...wanted to say, well, I'm sorry for causing you to get hurt and I wanted to know how you are doing and I wondered if you'd ever forgive me? I had no idea no, no idea you'd get hurt and thanks for saving me and -"

She was losing her nerve very quickly.

[objective_ali]

He listened, his head tilted slightly to the side, watching curiously. When her ramble started to peter out, he patted her arm. "Why don't you come in?" he said, heading back into the room and sitting on the rumply bed again.