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[ Funny, how it amuses him when she gets imperious. She's so petite. His response to the statement is to shift, scooping her up easily before rising and padding upstairs to her room. His steps are nearly silent on the thick pale carpeting. Depositing her in bed like a child -- or like the times when she was making her Payment -- he tucks her between the sheets and bundles the covers around her, before his weight shifts the mattress and he climbs in too. The lamp snaps shut; darkness settles. Passing an arm around her, Hei tries not to think of how he's getting accustomed to drowsing with Pai, just like in the war, wrapped around her heat, lulled by the thrumming of her body. He warns himself that if the City ever snatches her away ... he'll have forgotten how to sleep alone. ]

[ Of course, if she's taken away, he'll have so much else to mourn about. ]

[ He tries not to think about that. Shuts his eyes instead, and lets himself be lulled, bit by bit, by the quiet cadence of her breathing. ]