[ her eyelids flicker slightly when he moves in closer, lifting just enough to follow him for a moment before they're dropping again, heavy as lead; keeping them up for more than a few seconds seems a monumental effort of which she is simply not capable. ]
Mmm..
[ she hums, with a deep, quiet melancholy. that her brother has fallen ill is a matter of great distress for her, and even tired as she is, her gut clenches with anxiety. at his offer, however, one corner of his mouth curls slightly. ]
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Mmm..
[ she hums, with a deep, quiet melancholy. that her brother has fallen ill is a matter of great distress for her, and even tired as she is, her gut clenches with anxiety. at his offer, however, one corner of his mouth curls slightly. ]
How far could you manage?