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"Do not worry, Zyaevl, I'm not going to punish you. I will have my priestesses help later." She glanced at Zyvael through the mirror, "And you are very beautiful, for an elf. Or a sword. Both, I guess." Her warm smile didn't touch her eyes, but she meant she said.
Alae took his hand, "This places creeps me out too." She let him lie down then pulled his head onto her lap and stroked his hair. She would fall asleep after he did.
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