Now seems as good a time as any to ask that question she discarded earlier, so she does.
"Do you always go home for the winter?" she asks, settling herself on his chest, her legs settling on either side of him as she folds her hands on his sternum and props her chin up on them so she can see him.
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"Do you always go home for the winter?" she asks, settling herself on his chest, her legs settling on either side of him as she folds her hands on his sternum and props her chin up on them so she can see him.