[There we go. Up close he can see her better, plus there's a light woodsy scent that clings to her, something subtle but present enough for human senses, that's reassuringly familiar. He smiles, and if she's sitting closer than he'd have expected, he either doesn't notice or doesn't care.]
You're a godsend, darling. Thank you. [He accepts the can of beer and pops it open, taking only a small sip before answering.]
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You're a godsend, darling. Thank you. [He accepts the can of beer and pops it open, taking only a small sip before answering.]
I fell out of full-on flight. That's never fun.