[She's still running colder than she should be. All he wants to do is scoop her off the counter, curl up around Sypha, and stay there until the fire inside of her is burning brightly again.
There a not-chuckle from the vampire, soft and regretful.]
Oh, we're well over the three limit then, aren't we?
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There a not-chuckle from the vampire, soft and regretful.]
Oh, we're well over the three limit then, aren't we?