No need to worry. I've enjoyed myself plenty. [Rinea's cheeks pink, just a little, at the sensation of Somnus's calloused hand atop her own. It was almost like being held. Rinea has held Somnus' hand before, but always with the expectation of formality, of being escorted. This brief envelopment had no higher purpose, merely a specter of intimacy.]
Laurel crowns... I'm sure they were pretty. Do you remember how to weave them? [Did he ever weave them himself?]
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Laurel crowns... I'm sure they were pretty. Do you remember how to weave them? [Did he ever weave them himself?]