[ she already misses him when he steps out of her space, his fingers brushing hers. she watches him limp to his room for a moment before she pushes herself up onto her feet to follow after him, shoulder leaning against the doorframe. ]
Good idea, maybe.
[ though she can't deny that keeping him here and having him sleep is the best idea. but that is a war she is not going to win. though, as kaz picks out a fresh shirt and begins to (gingerly) shrug into it, she straightens up to step into his room properly. ]
Come here.
[ she murmurs, as she reaches out to tug his shirt a little straighter, beginning to button it up. the movement more efficient, and it would prevent kaz from moving his arms too much. it puts them much closer again, but inej keeps herself focused on the task. though she's sorely tempted to kiss him again.
maybe later. but as she thinks about that, another thought pops into her head, and inej says (as she buttons, ever pragmatic): ]
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Good idea, maybe.
[ though she can't deny that keeping him here and having him sleep is the best idea. but that is a war she is not going to win. though, as kaz picks out a fresh shirt and begins to (gingerly) shrug into it, she straightens up to step into his room properly. ]
Come here.
[ she murmurs, as she reaches out to tug his shirt a little straighter, beginning to button it up. the movement more efficient, and it would prevent kaz from moving his arms too much. it puts them much closer again, but inej keeps herself focused on the task. though she's sorely tempted to kiss him again.
maybe later. but as she thinks about that, another thought pops into her head, and inej says (as she buttons, ever pragmatic): ]
You still need to put salve on your face.
[ just in case he forgot. ]