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[the_seafarer]

As much as Caspian likes being out in the stables, there's a limit to how long you can spend working on your boat or grooming the horses or repairing tack before it becomes truly mind-numbing.

Besides, he needs some supper.

He seats himself at Bar, after brushing the hay from his shirt.

He may be ordering tea.

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[called_lioness]

"Mmm." Resting her head on his shoulder. "Didn't hurt for long." A little sore now, still, admittedly, but it doesn't hurt.

"Love you."

[the_seafarer]

"Good."

He presses a kiss to her hair.

"Love you, too."

And eyes the covers, wondering if it's possible to pull them back and slip under them without actually getting up. He reaches up with his free hand, and tries...no.

"I don't know about you," he says, with a low laugh, "but I'm about to fall asleep, and I'd rather do it under the covers. Come on."

[called_lioness]

"Moving, though," she protests, but forces herself up with a groan and pulls herself forward and then under the covers, sighing again in a content way when she drops back down.

"Not moving again. Possibly ever," half into the pillow.

[the_seafarer]

"Fantastic idea," he agrees, and follows, dropping with a sigh onto the pillow and pulling the covers up and over them, his eyes falling shut. Every part of his body feels loose and heavy and it is bliss to relax into the soft bed and to rest his hand lightly at Lucy's hip.

[called_lioness]

Her head goes turns to look at him as she murmurs, "Goodnight, Caspian." And for the moment, tired as she is, she keeps her eyes open at least a bit and just watches him.

[the_seafarer]

"Goodnight, Lu," he says softly back, but he's already half-asleep, muscles relaxing and he shifts a little closer to her warmth before the lines of his face smooth and his breathing begins to even

[called_lioness]

And even though she's half-certain he's asleep she whispers, again, "Thank you," stroking his hair, before resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes.