[ Alistair cannot expect Zevran to let his son have frizzy hair now, can he? The answer is muffled, mumbled into the softness of the pillow. Rest is a welcome respite but he does not let himself drift so easily, wishing to watch Alistair and the child for a little while longer.
Lucci makes another one of his burbling, chirping happy noises and crawls for Doghren on the other side of Alistair's leg, working his way up as best he could. No limbs are going to stop HIM from getting away. ]
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[ Alistair cannot expect Zevran to let his son have frizzy hair now, can he? The answer is muffled, mumbled into the softness of the pillow. Rest is a welcome respite but he does not let himself drift so easily, wishing to watch Alistair and the child for a little while longer.
Lucci makes another one of his burbling, chirping happy noises and crawls for Doghren on the other side of Alistair's leg, working his way up as best he could. No limbs are going to stop HIM from getting away. ]