[ As she looks at his profile one last time, she wonders-- about his swollen eye, his injury, and then... of the other who shares his likeness. With his eyes closed and his expression made less severe, he looks so much more youthful, and the resemblance to the other is uncanny.
Do the dead dream?
Her eyes flutter shut as she lays her head about his shoulder, settling her back against the couch. She's grateful for him, for his willingness and like-mindedness to do what he can to help this world with her. That thankfulness extends to his shoulder, his warmth, so that she too might rest.
Does she dream? Yes. Ever since being awakened with humanity, she has experienced dreams thankfully she doesn't sleepwalk unlike SOME people. Will she dream for however long they might sleep upon this couch? That is anyone's guess. ]
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Do the dead dream?
Her eyes flutter shut as she lays her head about his shoulder, settling her back against the couch. She's grateful for him, for his willingness and like-mindedness to do what he can to help this world with her. That thankfulness extends to his shoulder, his warmth, so that she too might rest.
Does she dream? Yes. Ever since being awakened with humanity, she has experienced dreams
thankfully she doesn't sleepwalk unlike SOME people. Will she dream for however long they might sleep upon this couch? That is anyone's guess. ]