Turning into him, some of the deep lines grief and exhaustion both have carved into her face lessening in the face of the distraction he presents, she manages to quirk a small smile at him, her hands lifting to settle on the front of his red gambeson as he settles his hand at her hip.
"Oh?" She's a little creaky with her flirting, like she's forgotten how, but she seems more than happy enough to give it another go. "What plans were those?"
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Date: 2020-09-12 03:43 am (UTC)"Oh?" She's a little creaky with her flirting, like she's forgotten how, but she seems more than happy enough to give it another go. "What plans were those?"