There's a loud snort that precedes her ungraceful bolt upwards, sitting straight up and looking a few shades short of panic-- like the house is on fire or the the jewel shop down the road just closed. His fingers are cold; being used to it while awake is different than in her sleep.
She glances up at him shortly after, all bleary-eyed and dull.]
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There's a loud snort that precedes her ungraceful bolt upwards, sitting straight up and looking a few shades short of panic-- like the house is on fire or the the jewel shop down the road just closed. His fingers are cold; being used to it while awake is different than in her sleep.
She glances up at him shortly after, all bleary-eyed and dull.]
What...? I'm up.