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Elathea is mid-leap when the oath snaps like an overstreched arm. Her spear slips from suddenly nerveless fingers to land point down in the dirt with a dull thud.
She is too concerned by the reverberating resonance in her soul to correct her course, the thrumming oscillations building and building til they too snap-
-at about the same point she is violently knocked out of the air.
"It was nice, especially when I had my own projects..."
"I think - maybe set aside the intense or dangerous projects for a while, and then we can have family craft time? And the girls can watch or help or do their own things, or entertain themselves elsewhere. It'd - be nice, and while I think there'll be... Soreness about you vanishing again, you shouldn't have to give up things you enjoy."
Lean. "I haven't done any art in a while, too... It'll be nice, having a - mutual thing."
To the kitchen, where Elathea efficiently prepares a draught of peaceful slumber.
She watches with a contented smile.
"Thanks," she says. And: to bed?
Hum. "I'd like to try together, if you don't mind? I'm - not up for anything other than sleeping, and I don't know when that'll change... But I've missed cuddling."
She's a little hesitant at first, but - moving slowly is enough to get her through that. (She does make sure she's comfortable before taking the sleep draught, which knocks her right out.)
Then she'll be spending the night with Gleam half on top of her.
Absolutely. (Gleam somehow doesn't need to shift into an octopus to wrap herself an improbable amount around her cuddle partners.)
(And given the sleeping draught, she's definitely not going to be nudged away.)
Gleam sleeps in well past dawn, of course, not waking up until nearly midday.
(Well, no one interrupts them; they mostly slept in themselves, anyways, and can cook breakfast and entertain themselves for a bit just fine.)
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