Geez... [ Mari lets out a noise between a huff and a laugh, tinged with a breathy self-consciousness. She's warm all over again, down to the tips of her toes -- some of it embarrassment, but more than anything, it's that innate sense of peace and safety Kanan holds just by being Kanan. Intensified threefold, after everything that's been said. It's syrupy, drowsy contentment, the kind that makes her not want to move a single muscle, except for maybe to nuzzle deeper into the crook of Kanan's neck.
Mari feels all of eight years old again. ]
... You're always coddling me, you know. That's why I get worried.
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Mari feels all of eight years old again. ]
... You're always coddling me, you know. That's why I get worried.