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[shelley_winters]

It's late afternoon when Shelley finds the headache has receded enough for her to sit up without too much discomfort. She's still fairly dizzy, and her head feels hot underneath chilled fingers, but she makes herself get out of bed anyhow

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[always_a_liar]

After a few minutes, the kitchen door opens and Elan exits. Blinking in slight surprise at Shelley's presence, he spoke calmly. Having already finished the housework, and spoken with her work, Elan was settling down with a book and a cup of tea.

"Oh? You are out of bed, I see."

With little ceremony, he set the cup of tea in his hands down in front of her before sitting beside her on the couch.

"Here."

[shelley_winters]

"Mm-hmm."

...Mumbles Shelley, slightly nonsensically. Her legs are curled up in front of her, dressing-gown wrapped around slightly damp bare legs. It may be heading towards summer, but it can still be less than warm. It's England.

[always_a_liar]

Seeing that she was cold, Elan slipped an arm around her shoulders. Sitting in still silence, he simply let the time pass. There was little to say at the moment, but just to be. To be Elan and Shelley together. He liked it.

[shelley_winters]

She shifts almost automatically, settling after a moment when it becomes clear that's all he's doing.

Several minutes go by.

"What?"