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[mahalakshmi]

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[vorrutyer]

[ His hand comes up to pet her head, stroking her hair as she leans against him. A sincere and gentle gesture, even as his voice remains wry. ]

To be fair, you amply deserve both those kisses and those rebukes.

[mahalakshmi]

[ She laughs again, an almost giggle. ]

Will you promise to give me both often?

[vorrutyer]

Neither seems like a hardship. I promise.

[mahalakshmi]

[ The yawn that follows again, is wider, she could sleep here - if he just stayed still. That steady beat of his heart that she could hear. Quiet and sure. Easy, easy, easy. ]

I think I will be quite happy, marrying you.

[ An honesty she has no shame in - when she won't be remembering much of this later. ]

[vorrutyer]

[ His hand stills, and the beat of his heart shudders, slowing its pace. A physical manifestation of the very real fear that meets her words. After a moment, though, he returns to stroking her hair. ]

I wonder. But I hope so.

[mahalakshmi]

[ And oblivious to it, she just rubs her cheek against his shirt. When were they leaving - ? Oh, he would work it out, she knew he would. ]

I am sure of it.

[vorrutyer]

Mm.

[ Another moment, and then he reaches out to wrap his hands around her upper arms. ]

All right. Up you get.