[Argilla takes a seat next to him for . . . no reason in particular, really. She takes his response to mean that she'd woken him up, and though she does look apologetic for a moment, she doesn't say anything aloud. Not until a few moments have passed, and she's managed to tear her gaze away from the sun off in the distance.
. . . The bright, yellow glowing sun . . .]
Is it comfortable?
[She glances at Sol, if only to indicate that she's speaking to him. Not that there's really anyone else around . . .]
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. . . The bright, yellow glowing sun . . .]
Is it comfortable?
[She glances at Sol, if only to indicate that she's speaking to him. Not that there's really anyone else around . . .]