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[ from the other side, kissing the metal band briefly, chaste, and then drawing back ]

. . . Now, I think the rice must be done.

[ softly, oddly winded ]

... Mn. You're right . . .

[ slowly . . . Setting the plushies down so she can stand ]

[ standing up properly, going for the door ]

I'm glad you like them, though.

They're really cute . . . Even if I already have pillows too, I'm really excited to put them with the others when I get home.

[ a pause ]

But - um... was this what you were doing...?

Mmmmm. Basically, it was.

[ with a little laugh ]

Sleeping for so long set me back a bit, so in truth, I only finished them a little earlier.

... You were...

[ quiet, as she trails after him, pensive ]

. . . You were asleep the entire time... you said that, didn't you...?

Mmm. Right, I was.

[ hesitant ]

. . . Are you sure...?

[ pause

turning, to look at her ]

. . . Why are you asking?

[ . . .

Glancing away, with just her eyes ]

. . . I saw you.

He was there too, and he smelled different, so I know it was . . .

I thought - the second time I saw you I thought you were awake, but you were wearing a blindfold...

[ freezes in place ]

. . . You. . . ?

[ faintly, a little breathless ]

[ She just stares out in front of her, eyes downcast. Oddly breathless herself, ]

... He -

I heard... that if we'd stayed together - my hands and feet were tied up, but I could still crawl, so I was told - that I would have tried to wake you up if we stayed together, so he moved you somewhere else. I -

Before that he told me he'd kill you, so I was just glad you were safe, but I...

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. . .

It doesn't matter what happened. All I remember are dreams.

. . . What...

[ and softer still, raw as if on the verge of tears ]

... What did you dream about?

I -

[ turning away now, ears red - and he marches directly into the kitchen ]

. . . L-let's talk about this later.

Ah...

[ shuffling after him at a brisk pace, still slower - right, everything will burn if they aren't careful, first of all ]

I'll be right there . . .

[ hasty himself, nearly pulling the rice out without using mitts before he remembers to protect his hands ]

- Luci...!

[ trying to close the distance between them, stopping just short as he pulls back to get the mitts again ]

... Your hands...

[ freezing in place - ]

- I'm alright, I remembered. The tea, Dia-sa—n?

...

[ eying him evenly, anxious, mouth and brow pressed thin and tight, eyes moist with concern, some trepidation ]

. . . Mm. I'll take the water off of the burner, so you can pick a blend that you want to drink today, okay...?

Eh? - Ah, the usual is fine, for today.

[ picking up the rice pot and turning to go to the room ]

[ with an affirmative noise she picks out his favorite and follows him back, cups stacked in one hand, tin beneath her arm, but she keeps her distance, moving slow ]

[ setting the rice down. sitting down, himself

. . .

. . .

. . . ]

Well, now . . .

[ sets the cups out and gets tea steeping for both of them, quiet, gaze averted

. . .

. . .

. . . ]

I'm so -

[ . . .

. . .

. . . Soft, ]

I don't really . . . I don't know what to do . . .

[ . . . ]

Well. . .

[ softly ]

Did you . . . with him, too?

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