[ The worst part about him, is he does have a face to make the dreaming easy. She sighs wearily, groggily, taking another sip of water before she passes it back, sinking back into the blankets. She needs to move, needs to do - oh a hundred different things, easily.
Which her - was that french? She thinks it is, she cannot be sure. Didn't spend enough time, and they certainly haven't had a Queen for some time now - isn't the best, but she blinks at him, still groggy, the breath coming pained into her chest still. ] Reine, is it?
[ Then digs, because she couldn't let him just have that, could she? ] Your assumptions are endless, have you ever been told that?
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Which her - was that french? She thinks it is, she cannot be sure. Didn't spend enough time, and they certainly haven't had a Queen for some time now - isn't the best, but she blinks at him, still groggy, the breath coming pained into her chest still. ] Reine, is it?
[ Then digs, because she couldn't let him just have that, could she? ] Your assumptions are endless, have you ever been told that?