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It was dirty dawn by the time Ned came home. He couldn't help but smile. It felt almost like being at home. Rogue was an indistinct shape in the bed, a bundle under the white sheets, a tumble of dark hair.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off his boots, trying to be quiet, trying not to wake her.
It had felt good to be up all through the night, keeping watch.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off his boots, trying to be quiet, trying not to wake her.
It had felt good to be up all through the night, keeping watch.