[So it wasn't just her imagination. Her gaze had already been looking for an excuse to flee once he took her hand, but once the other comes to cover it, more like a proper hold, she cannot fight it anymore. She looks away. As if the contents of his desk required looking at. (As if it didn't feel good, the warmth his palms offered.)]
... Fatigue, yes. Stiffness.
[Surely it was just that- that strange malaise that had settled over all of them after the Scorching Isles. Something that could be blamed on Zenith.]
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... Fatigue, yes. Stiffness.
[Surely it was just that- that strange malaise that had settled over all of them after the Scorching Isles. Something that could be blamed on Zenith.]
But I have been working since yesterday.