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[futures_of_ash]

She doesn't look innocent when she sleeps. Far from in fact, she's curled far more akin to a hound than a human, cheek cradled on her towel. Her wet hair is spread in the grass like blood, her scarred back turned towards a small fire that leaps and jumps tiredly in the growing night.

There's a plate with lunch on it as well, a sandwich with a few bites taken, a bit of fruit...it seems that the call to sleep was too great after her swim though...so, Rachel is asleep by the lake, there's room enough at the fire for more though.

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[mogget_cat]

*The sound of someone putting a foot in the water is mostly masked by the gentle wavelets that lap on the shore.*

*The look on Yrael's face is blessedly soundless.*

*He is sure to totally dry his foot on the grass as he wanders over to sprawl beside Rachel.*

[futures_of_ash]

The water isn't that terrible, honestly...or so Rachel would claim, obviously having been out in it again. Luckily she's only slightly damp by the time he comes over, so her unconscious curling against him isn't going to have him screaming...

[mogget_cat]

*No, it'll just have him putting his arm around her as he would have, anyway, and resting his head just above hers.*

*Eh, he'll dry.*

*Mun makes excuses that girl in icon is not Rachel, but it's the only appropriate one for this.*

[futures_of_ash]

And touching is probably a bad thing, with a telepath, but at least these dreams are mild? There's no screaming, but there's blood. A great deal of it...

The taste of it in the air on each breath, the feel of it sliding along skin...but she cuddles closer to the offered warmth, as trusting a child.

[mogget_cat]

*He can take it. He's dealt with worse than these. Yrael runs his fingers through her brilliant red hair, gently. He's here to be comforter, pillow, and hot water bottle all in one. He's good like that.*

[futures_of_ash]

She's dealt with far worse as well, but oddly, the petting wakes her up. o hint of embarassment, no moving away, just...awake.

She's too comfy to move.

[mogget_cat]

*The Bright Shiner is warm. Dry and warm, thank the Charter.*

*He continues to gently comb Rachel's hair with his fingers, with his other arm around her, holding her. Once he realizes that she's awake, he begins to hum a little. Something soft, lilting, and gentle.*

[futures_of_ash]

Warm anddry are both plusses in this situation, because a slightly damp telepath can have Yrael on one side, campfire on another, and be content.

Content is nice.

After a moment though, mental melodies begin to weave with his humming, just idle, "I just woke up" notes...

[mogget_cat]

*It makes him smile. His little hummed song is of cool grass and warm sunshine, the drowsy song of grasshoppers that sings in the air which is heavy with the scent of gardenia blooms.*

*A quiet song. A song of sleep. Of going back to sleep, if she wishes, with the promise that it will be a peaceful sleep, if he can make it so.*

[futures_of_ash]

And she sings of exhaustion through the mind, of long night spent awake and listening to frogs near the lake. And of trust, something offers to very few, and Yrael being one of the only non-family to gain it.

She sits up long enough to press a warm kiss to his cheek before ketting her eyes drift closed again.