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[aetherialslumber]

[ The Herald and his trusted pixie - well, faerie - were at home, like usual. Urianger having set up a small faerie bed on the desk next to his bed, looking to him with a soft smile. His gaze was a little confused, though. ]

My dearest Thancred. I've... did I fall asleep?

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[wordsinthesoul]

It is.

[Thancred reaches out to him. Behind him, the Exarch gives a firm nod.]. Of course. He's… he very dear to me.