[N had dozed off again, obviously too tired to properly care about the fact that he was whining, or that she giggled at his whining.
Her voice almost doesn't register, but the door closing does seem to rouse him again, prompting him to sit up. Almost immediately he regrets it - the cold has set back in, and even though the soup had helped some earlier, he's nearly right back to where he was when this started.]
... y... you're cold again...
[He motions with his hand, ignoring his own discomfort for the moment.]
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Her voice almost doesn't register, but the door closing does seem to rouse him again, prompting him to sit up. Almost immediately he regrets it - the cold has set back in, and even though the soup had helped some earlier, he's nearly right back to where he was when this started.]
... y... you're cold again...
[He motions with his hand, ignoring his own discomfort for the moment.]
Come here...