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Since reading magic theory books and thinking about spell design are both things that can be done while cuddling, Siva's been doing less of the "divide her time between Tanaikon and the library" thing over the past few days since a certain emotionally complicated conversation. Cuddling is good. Falling asleep in her lover's arms is also good. Siva did that tonight.
It's not where she wakes up.
She nods. "We'll leave tomorrow morning. Don't trouble yourself about the details."
"Oh, one thing I should definitely mention before losing access to translation--there's a reason I keep referring to him as 'my boyfriend' instead of by name; he set it up so I can call for him by saying his name, and then he can hear anything I say until he stops paying attention, and I don't actually know if that reaches here but it might and I figured that was a private conversation I shouldn't be inviting eavesdropping of. But I'll probably want to try to update him at some point in the near future since if he can hear me from here the last thing he knew Nahira was alive."
"...yes, you should tell him that's not true anymore," says Seofar.
"Yeah. I was...kind of distracted," she sighs. "His name's Serik Tanaikon--Tanaikon, if you can hear this, everything's basically fine, Nahira's dead, your doppelganger doesn't want to harm me."
Hugs!
"We should go back to my rooms and stop bothering Kelora," he says. "Do you want to bring the translator or are we done with him already?"
Siva is not, it transpires, totally devoid of ability to communicate; she did pick up some Nuimena while the translation effect was going.
And there's always nonverbal communication, which they've been doing pretty well with so far.
Yes, there is that. They're creative people; a lack of comprehensive problem-solving doesn't have to slow them down too much.
He ends up snuggled in bed with her, his arms wrapped around her, her head pillowed on his chest, her soul in his hand. He puts it down and kisses her hair. "Nentiane Alissiaverene."
She sighs happily, and what she says next isn't in Nuimena, but he probably heard her say "I love you" enough times while the translation effect was in place to recognize the words.
After the day she's had Siva could probably have fallen asleep on a bed made entirely of live hornet nests. But this would be trivial under far less exhausting conditions.
Falling asleep with this delightful woman in his arms is pretty great.
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