[A heat crawls up her neck, her pale skin tinting red, the shame and the embarrassment causing the blush despite herself. She could feel it, and hated it, like her body betraying a weakness that otherwise would be invisible.
Her fingers clenched into the fabric of her tunic, unclenched and then clenched again. Self loathing turned her throat sour.]
I... It is ridiculous. But if I - if the nightmares - If I cannot sleep, I would - welcome company.
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Her fingers clenched into the fabric of her tunic, unclenched and then clenched again. Self loathing turned her throat sour.]
I... It is ridiculous. But if I - if the nightmares - If I cannot sleep, I would - welcome company.