[ He lets go. It's more difficult than he thought it would be. Sits up, and there are soft complaining sounds from a bundle of robes and blankets behind him. It's probably Sypha. ]
Not leaving you. We're just going to make breakfast. What do you think about eggs?
[ ...there's a mumbled 'good boy', and then the bundle of blankets coils in upon itself. ]
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Not leaving you. We're just going to make breakfast. What do you think about eggs?
[ ...there's a mumbled 'good boy', and then the bundle of blankets coils in upon itself. ]