[in her half-sleep, the moments before she's dead to the world again, her arm wraps around that stuffed toy that's been sitting there next to her since Raine showed up.
And she doesn't even mind. Whether it's childish or strange or embarrassing is one of the farthest things from her thoughts.
Then there are no thoughts for another half hour. When she wakes again it's with a quiet start, like she might have heard a noise]
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And she doesn't even mind. Whether it's childish or strange or embarrassing is one of the farthest things from her thoughts.
Then there are no thoughts for another half hour. When she wakes again it's with a quiet start, like she might have heard a noise]
What...?