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One early, early morning, Sinthia comes down to the bar in what most people would consider quite nice lingerie; petal-pink silk satin with lace at the edges, soft and delicate, wrapped in a soft robe. She's tucked into a chair by the cool fireplace with a little packet of stamped metal sheets soon enough, studying them as she listens to the quiet around the bar room. It's not properly five AM yet, but she works steadily through turning the punched steel sheets into a tiny globe-like carriage.

Someone has been reading fairy tale collections to pass the time she can't sleep.

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"Might like it if you did."

He gets a quick view of some of the pink satin and raises his eyebrows.

"You look nice."

"Thank you," she says. "It's comfortable to sleep in. I don't like the long pants, I get tangled up in them in my sleep."

But she smiles at him, and nods to the chair beside her.

"You can sit if you want to."

He sits. "Easiest way to stop that is to wear nothing."

"I have night terrors," she says, shaking her head. "And parasomnias tend to attract attention."

"That's easy, too." He leans in toward her a little. "Sleep with someone else."

She didn't miss the flirtation, and Sinthia just smiled at Creed. "You know most parasomnias are considered inconsolable," she says.

"But...that's fair. Do you know of someone?"

"Can at least spare you some embarrassing moments."

Then he shrugs a shoulder. "Might have an idea."

Sinthia lifted a brow at that, setting aside the delicate metal sculpture she was assembling. "Pity you already slept, though," she murmurs, face turned towards him. "Unless you don't want to sleep, necessarily."

"Don't need sleep. Doesn't mean I don't do it now and then."

He raises an eyebrow right back.

"So if you're inviting me somewhere, I'm ready to go."

"We could," she said, sliding over in the chair. "Or you could just come sit with me."

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