[Still catching his breath, fainter shivers gradually fading, his brief reverie is interrupted by Irhya's question. Opening an eye to look over at her, he makes a sound that's half-amused, as he stretches slowly, languorously, before settling back against the bed. His tone is entirely casual.]
I suppose a nap is out of the question.
[Not that he was that tired, just momentarily drained. In multiple ways, really, with the blood loss....]
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I suppose a nap is out of the question.
[Not that he was that tired, just momentarily drained. In multiple ways, really, with the blood loss....]