I already have apologised. ... I merely worry for her, because you care for her to such an extent.

I cannot do that, exactly... but I shall not continue going behind your back.

... 💭(I am far too foolish, at times. Too emotional. I must stop this... I must control myself...)

I am... tired. I hope I did not miss too much...

[two hours late, but-] soup.

He did? Hm. ... What is in it.

Yes, it does.

And just why not.

... Evening. I am making soup.

Do not ask me where I have been. I do not have an excuse.

Soup.

[she's drinking brandy, head tilted back to stare at the stars. everything is... calm. 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒. thanks to her companions, she'd almost forgotten about the wretched tadpole within her head. foolish. and foolish to be resting now, too, when so much was yet to be done.]

Soup.

Hm. Soup. 🙂

Soup.

if it isn't the soup sisters.

The face he makes when he wants cuddles, food, or sex. 🥰

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