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... and she didn’t really care.

Rane had drifted off to sleep at some point while she was curled against him, and she found herself simply regarding him with her threefold sight as he slumbered beside her.

Even in sleep, his neutral expression had a slight curl to the lips, as if he were contemplating something pleasant within his own mind.

His muscles were relaxed, but still showed their strength, and the care he took to be strong enough for what they faced together.

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