[She catches that look, and laughs.] Or, well, near enough to one.
[She carries the sleeping Thelia towards their respiteblock, feeling like she should put her to bed somehow. Porrim sets her down in her own pile while she rummages for materials to make a new, smaller one.]
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[She carries the sleeping Thelia towards their respiteblock, feeling like she should put her to bed somehow. Porrim sets her down in her own pile while she rummages for materials to make a new, smaller one.]