[he's pretty much out after that, though it's obvious he's still glowing under the blanket. wonder if this might become a trend. head under the blanket, he curls up and rests against jack's side, heedless of the chill seeping through.
he still doesn't so much as twitch when the next visitor comes in, a young-looking woman with crocuses and snowdrops braided into her long curly hair, moss and dirt covering the arms of her robes and tree bark and dead leaves caught in the trailing hems.
she looks annoyed, and pokes jack in the foot with one long finger.]
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he still doesn't so much as twitch when the next visitor comes in, a young-looking woman with crocuses and snowdrops braided into her long curly hair, moss and dirt covering the arms of her robes and tree bark and dead leaves caught in the trailing hems.
she looks annoyed, and pokes jack in the foot with one long finger.]