Shelley's eyes are closed under strands of tangled red hair that clings to the dampness of her skin as she breathes, quiet but unsteady. Her hand twitches as he takes it, sending a shiver of response through her body.
The air in his lungs still burned slightly and his limbs still felt a touch leaden, but none of that mattered. The smile still remained as he breathed deeply for a moment.
"I think that... I will prepare crepes... for breakfast in the morning."
Shelley makes a soft sound that could be agreement, or could simply be her vocal chords failing to cooperate. She makes a brief effort in turning her head, then gives up, resting limply against the pillows.
For the moment, there's peace. She is oddly reluctant to shatter it, as she knows she eventually will once she can think again.
Somewhere in his mind, he knew it would not always be this peaceful, but... he could not care nor open his eyes, and his body felt ever more leaden and the air had dried the dampness on his body so he was no longer cold and it was so very peaceful right now...
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She'll move... in a moment...
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"I think that... I will prepare crepes... for breakfast in the morning."
A long pause punctuated by more deep breaths.
"With fruit, perhaps."
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For the moment, there's peace. She is oddly reluctant to shatter it, as she knows she eventually will once she can think again.
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"I can worry about the fruit... tomorrow."
Somewhere in his mind, he knew it would not always be this peaceful, but... he could not care nor open his eyes, and his body felt ever more leaden and the air had dried the dampness on his body so he was no longer cold and it was so very peaceful right now...
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