Date: 11 Jul 2025 05:39 (UTC)
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They glanced to the seat in question, nodding and reaching down to unlace their shoes. "It's plenty. I'll lay down in a moment, I just wanted you to settle." There was the barest moment of a hand to the ankle in comradery, far from the injury and not even a proper squeeze, before they stood and went to the loveseat, sitting to pull off their shoes proper and set them under the seat. Tulameria was gently pried from their curls to hold close to their chest.

"Oh, before I forget," they said quietly, curling back into the chair and pulling their legs up to fold into it, "there was a door in the kitchen. I didn't open it, but I was curious what it led to?"

They were already settling, clearly used to curling up as small as possible to fit into crevices and under beds, and their height aided them with it. Their clothes would be rumpled come the morning, but it was an issue for then.
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