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///no pressure to reply, i'm just doing this before i forget

Bex curls up, folding her legs over the arm of the chair. By the time Taargon leaves and returns with tea in a clay pot, she’s asleep, snoring loudly again.

Oliver sighs. “Hopefully she’s just tired,” he murmurs to Taargon.

Taargon nods and sets the tea tray on a small table. “Tea, Kanon, Runa?”