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[ It's a few days after her evening with Justice that Leilani finds her way back to Dorian. It's a familiar routine now, changing into some clothes that are far too big for her - a mixture of his and a shirt she may well have stolen from Justice himself. She slips into his room and makes her way over to his bed, immediately sticking her hands up under his shirt just in case her entrance hadn't woken him up. ]

Dorian...

[ They've been staying in one of the houses on the planet, and being all together like this while also having different rooms has been pleasant. It's strange having his own room again, but Leilani certainly needs her space while attempting to get closer to Justice. He's been floating between sleep and wakefulness when his door opens and disturbs it. Instead of turning to see who it was, he tries to stay settled and comfortable, which was his mistake. Fingers as cold as death press against the warm skin of his back and he lets out a startled gasp. ]

Vishante kaffas, why are your hands so cold?

[ How can she help herself when he's right there? It's so easy to just tuck her hands in nice and warm against the soft skin of Dorian's back - how does he do it?! - before she has to move away thanks to him jerking away from the touch. The giggles come before she shifts closer and reaches out to wrap herself around him like the cuddlebug she naturally is. ]

I've been outside, it's chilly.

[ Dorian does little more than grouse, lifting the edge of the blankets so she will hurry and get under them. He's eager to trap the warmth he'd established beforehand. Burrowing his face into his pillow, he mutters. ]

What was so interesting outside?

A boy.

[ That’ll get his attention. She moves and cuddles up under the blankets, making herself extra warmth for her poor chilly friend. Her hand might be cold but she warms fast; it’s why she’s the best for Dorian to hug. ]!

I thought you might like to hear about it.

[ Of course his head shoots up from the pillow so he can turn to look at her. ]

You have my utmost attention.

I thought that might interest you. [ She smiles, leaning up to brush hair from his face, awkward with one arm but done all the same. ] Is it wrong to feel proud for introducing a spirit to sex?

A spirit, is it? [ Only one person can be described as such, and he laughs lightly, still a bit thick from sleep. ]

And how did our spirit friend appreciate the introductory lesson? He didn't treat you indecorously, did he?

That is what I said.

[ Reaching up, she keeps messing up his hair before smoothing it back down, almost idly. ]

No, no, he was very dedicated to his education. I'm quite pleased.

I'm glad, I'll admit. [ He chuckles once more, looking at her with a wry smirk. ]

Yes, I'm sure you were-- or at least I should certainly hope so.

I didn’t realise you’d be so concerned about my sex life, Dorian.

[ She just smiles at him. ]

I think... He’s happy, at least.

Naturally so. I insist upon having only the best of intentions for you, so that falls in place with being concerned with your personal well-being.

And what of yourself? Are you truly happy, Leilani? [ He reaches over to brush the back of his fingers against her face. ]

It’s good to know I have someone to look out for me when I am being foolish.

[ But, ah. She leans into his touch and hesitates. ]

I’m happy enough. Isn’t that all that can be expected?

You'd do better to forget him, you realize. [ Not Justice, naturally. Of course, the pot is calling the kettle black whether Leilani realizes it or not. ]

[ Closing her eyes, Leilani breathes a soft, sad noise. ]

I am trying. Some things are harder to forget. Dorian… It was so much. I love him. [ A pause. ] Loved.

I am.. quite familiar with the sentiment, I assure you. It is difficult for things to pass when they are uprooted.

[ Quietly. ]

A part of you still loves him. Why else would you want to save him from himself?