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"Is that so? Is it truly a blessing... Priestess?"
Her eyes were distant. Something bothered her. Guilt, confusion, mental effort. Exhaustion.
"Did we spend nights like these often? Gazing away at the stars and moonlight?"
"I can not seem to recall. Even with you here."
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So... [Reader].
Is it not boring to you seeing me all day, on a desk, doing files and paperwork all day?
It must be tiring, at the very least. To see such thing.
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She wakes up in a sweat. Head throbbing and stinging, her heart racing and her body squeamish and weak.
She dreamt something. Again. Somethin horrible, judging by her expression of horror.
Yet, as she tries to remember... It eludes her.
What did she dream...?
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"I know that fully well, Orianna. I am just... Overreacting a little bit. You know how my emotions flare up on Rhodes Island..." The woman said, clearly trying to lighten up both of them.
"And that is true. Mind if I take care of you, too?" She said, with a nodding smile.
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Orianna noticed the twinge of sadness in Sara’s eyes and hummed, leaning over closer to the woman.
A gentle press of her lips against Sara’s head. Soft. Tender. Warm.
“We just want to make sure you’re remembering to take care of yourself, Sara dear.”
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Despite the absence of lies... The words stung. Still, she knew it would be disastrous to even stand up from the ground she was into.
"I would appreciate it, Lucian. Let us... Go back inside." She spoke, agreeing with some shame in her eyes. She wished to be stronger.
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"Truthfully, I have not even settled properly into Rhodes Island after my return. It has been... A while since I rested." She admitted, her voice quiet and somewhat disgruntled by her lack of rest.
"I... Promise to take care of me, Lucian." She said, after a long pause.
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