[His hand rests atop hers, long fingers splayed where they fall. He makes no move to grasp her hand, instead contenting himself with the barest contact before his eyes lift.]
Huh? I'm not an infant . . . and I slept earlier.
[He'll soon be sleep-deprived now that the strange magic of his role as sleeping royalty has lifted, but what little time he was able to steal for himself has done wonders for the ever present bags under his eyes, which fall again.]
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Huh? I'm not an infant . . . and I slept earlier.
[He'll soon be sleep-deprived now that the strange magic of his role as sleeping royalty has lifted, but what little time he was able to steal for himself has done wonders for the ever present bags under his eyes, which fall again.]