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[rareradiance]

Despite her lingering weariness, an exhaustion of both body and spirit, Gabrielle has not been sleeping well. The third time her dreams wake her, she finds ink and paper and creeps downstairs to write.

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[mancalledspade]

Spade, though nosy, doesn't read the letter. He does, however, when he notices her there, bring a blanket. If she isn't a terribly light sleeper, he drapes it over her gently.

[rareradiance]

She stirs only a little, pulling the blanket close about herself and muttering something that could be a "merci."

[sweariwontdie]

He also doesn't read the letter. Sometime after Spade has passed on, Armand passes. "Mademoiselle," he calls softly. "You'll hurt your neck sleeping there."

[rareradiance]

She wakes slowly; writing has calmed her, as the Marquis always claimed it did him, and she is reluctant to leave the first sound sleep she has had recently. ". . . Ah. Yes, I suppose so."

[sweariwontdie]

"My apologies. Do you want help? I know what it's like to wake up in a strange place."

[rareradiance]

Gabrielle shakes her head. "No, no -- it's quite all right. I could not sleep, so I came down. I must have drifted off here."