lucas

[rippled]

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[faithkept]

That defeats the purpose of bringing you to a place with a bed, my dear.

[rippled]

I suppose...

[ through gritted teeth. ]

[faithkept]

[FUCKING HELP.]

...Well, once I leave, no one will be monitoring to make sure you don't find your way down there...

[rippled]

Aha, that's true.

[ don't cheer up at that. ]

[faithkept]

[DON'T CHEER UP AT THAT. He sighs, reaching out to very lightly pat their hand.]

But until then, you can rest here.