[ it's a feeble attempt at an argument, really, even by her own standards, but she's just so tired that it hardly registers. his voice is repetitive, familiar, soothing, and though a faint crease of consternation appears on her brow, she cannot bring herself to fight harder. she has not the energy.
so it's only a few more moments before her breathing evens out, and she's drifting comfortably to sleep. ]
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[ it's a feeble attempt at an argument, really, even by her own standards, but she's just so tired that it hardly registers. his voice is repetitive, familiar, soothing, and though a faint crease of consternation appears on her brow, she cannot bring herself to fight harder. she has not the energy.
so it's only a few more moments before her breathing evens out, and she's drifting comfortably to sleep. ]