[ it is safe, if only because dextera oddly doesn’t find anything strange about it—he doesn’t feel awkward in the least, peaceful as he is here in guren’s lap, and he notices too that the sky isn’t quite the same as it has been.
when the first star pokes through the cover of night, dextera blinks, rubbing his eye like it might be something wrong with his vision. ]
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when the first star pokes through the cover of night, dextera blinks, rubbing his eye like it might be something wrong with his vision. ]
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[ but it isn’t? ]