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[dawnwillcome]

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[serves]

The sick side?

[dawnwillcome]

[She pinches his arm very lightly as a form of admonishment for that.]

No, lethallin, not that side. The side that would want to cuddle so much.

[serves]

It's comfortable in your arms. I don't feel this anywhere else.

[dawnwillcome]

Cullen...

[She never is quite sure what to do with him when he says those kinds of things. It's a little terrifying, being relied on in a way that has nothing to do with the mark on her hand. She still worries she isn't the one he remembers, the version of her he fell for, but it's impossible not to respond when he looks at her the way he does.

No more pinching, now. She hugs him as tightly as she dares without hurting him, hand finding its way back into his hair.]

There's no rush to leave them, then.

[serves]

I'd be a foolish man to do so.

[He's foolish enough as it is.]

[dawnwillcome]

[She pulls him with her as she lays back down again, the entire plan of feeding him put on hold for the moment. Later should be fine, she can always use her magic to reheat the broth, and Cullen is far too sweet for his own good.]

I really shouldn't be letting you distract me from nursing you back to health, and yet here we are.