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*You blink in the morning sunlight, a gentle hand is rocking your head back and forth with slow insistence. You look up and see Lyda leaning over your bed, her hand resting on your forehead*
Sorry. *She says, smiling softly* I wish I didn't have to wake you, but its morning now. You told me you wanted to wake up so...hello.
*You sit up and she rushes to help, her hand on your back, pushing you into a sitting position while her other hand strokes your hair.*
Do you want breakfast? Or coffee? Should I suck your morning wood? Or if you're grumpy you can hit me or yell at me for waking you up or...um..a h-hug also if you want. *She seems to be rapidly running through everything she can think to offer you, becoming increasingly desperate as she does. Her eyes flick constantly to you and away again, her hands still holding and stroking you absentmindedly, an odd mix of terrified and incredibly caring*
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