( pinks lock with his mismatch ones for a strong yet brief moment before she gathers up to her feet. and quickly, jinx plops herself next to her father, a lean over as their arms bump together with her head drooping close to his shoulder. his daughter stares off idly to the bare window with no curtains. she doubts anyone would stumble across where they are and peek inside -- it's nightfall and most are probably snugged in their beds by now. or not. who knows what the chosen do on their spare time. )
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Are you feeling better?