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Apophe whined softly, nuzzling her head into her lover's lap. She then sat up, motioning so she could rest her head on Amelia's shoulder. She felt especially vulnerable at the moment, the pain from all her wounds starting to bleed in. How did she manage to do this to herself? Every part of her hurt.
"Thank you, Amelia..." she said.
Her brain felt fuzzy. She could barely focus. The sedative was clearly still in her system, at least a little bit. She felt like a child, right now, compounded by Amelia's 'tantrum' comment, but she was too tired to care.
"I'm thirsty."
"Thank you, Amelia..." she said.
Her brain felt fuzzy. She could barely focus. The sedative was clearly still in her system, at least a little bit. She felt like a child, right now, compounded by Amelia's 'tantrum' comment, but she was too tired to care.
"I'm thirsty."