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[Luke's shuffling slowly down the hallway, one arm pressed against the wall for support as she goes. Her breathing is slightly labored, and her wings are slack against her back. After a few more steps-]

*THUD* [She's fallen to the floor in a dead faint.]

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[ How appropriate for a pair of winged redheads. See what wonderful things happen when you listen to him? ]

[ Quirks an eyebrow at her behavior, then works her jacket off and sets it aside before returning to her back. ]

Thank you.

[ Smiles, petting one of the gold wings. ]

It's hard to get comfortable with these wings always in the way.

Yeah, tell me about it.

...are you feeling better now?

Yeah... still groggy, but better than before.

[ Nods, trailing a couple fingers down her spine. ]

Your body is telling you to rest.

I know... should probably listen to that.

[ Plucks her shoes from her feet and lets them drop to the floor. ]

You should give it until morning before attempting to stand again.

Hmmm... I guess so.

[ Moving toes. So tempting. ]

I would not want you to fall.

I'll be okay.

Yes, you will. Because you are staying right here.

Keeping me prisoner, huh?

[ Smirks, sliding a hand up to her neck. ]

Prisoner, hmm...? I like the way that sounds.

Just no handcuffs, kay?

[ Takes both hands in one of his, pulling them to his lips. ]

Not a fan of handcuffs? Well, there are always other methods.

Definitely not a fan of handcuffs.

...

Something you don't wish to discuss.

Something best left for another time.

[ Smooths her wings down and pulls the covers up to her waist. ]

Another time, then.

Thanks.

... [ Brushes his fingers lightly over her wrists in silence. ]