[ Her hair could do with a brushing at the moment, as a matter of fact. She's never been too restless a sleeper, but the silvery gold strands in question are still looking more rumpled than usual, their subtle wave far easier to detect in this state.
That's neither here nor there, anyhow, as she finishes putting the kettle on and leaves it to heat, more invested in Ferran's well-being than the stove's. She perks slightly in surprise upon realizing how far he's wandered, yet that doesn't stop her from trailing partway after him. Lingering by her kitchen island, she regards him but doesn't ask questions. Instead, there's the gentle offer, ]
I've still got plenty of blankets, if you'd like one. Or two, for that matter...?
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That's neither here nor there, anyhow, as she finishes putting the kettle on and leaves it to heat, more invested in Ferran's well-being than the stove's. She perks slightly in surprise upon realizing how far he's wandered, yet that doesn't stop her from trailing partway after him. Lingering by her kitchen island, she regards him but doesn't ask questions. Instead, there's the gentle offer, ]
I've still got plenty of blankets, if you'd like one. Or two, for that matter...?