She would easily enjoy having Dutiron by her, recovering from the illness she could actually breathe again. The illness was not one she ever wanted to experience again, there with Dutiron now she could begin to recover. She could start forgetting about what happened and start to live once more.
Dutiron would whisper back, promising he wouldn't leave her. A content sigh would fall from her lips as he lay his head atop her own. The warmth that surrounded her coupled with her recuperating body would cause her to yawn, sleep beckoning once again. "I think i will sleep." she would say quietly before letting her lids fall over her eyes and slipping to sleep.
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want to start a new one a week or two later?
