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[called_lioness]

Lucy's curled up in a pile of leaves.

She's still, mostly, in a grand mood, which is what really must be the case when one's husband has stopped, as she puts it, "being stupid," and when there's a mug of hot chocolate to warm you on a cool day, and when even though you're not sleeping all that much more you find you're not as tired as you were a week ago.

So she can curl up in the leaves and look at the clouds, as Corella's been cared for, and hum to herself a little.

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[last_adam]

"I know."


And he doesn't, quite, but he knows enough.







"Rest."

[called_lioness]

"You don't yet. I hope you never do," she says, honestly, and her head's on knee's still as she holds onto his hand.

"It's hard."

(You have to run as fast as you can just to stay in place.)

[last_adam]

"You can rest now. For a little bit."


It's not a question, not even a suggestion.

[called_lioness]

She'd be so mad and she wouldn't be, at the same time, if she knew.

As it is, she nods, a little, and it's a slow movement where she lifts her head enough to put it on his shoulder.

"Okay," she says back, and closes her eyes.

It's not exactly sleep, and it's not exactly a nap, but it's rest, and she needs that more, anyway, than the other two.

[last_adam]

When she wakes (or not, because she's not really asleep), the sun will have set and it'll be cold out, but there's a blanket nearby, and a hot drink (not chocolate) and Adam is long gone.