Settling on the newly appeared chair, Shannon pulled her feet up and hugged her knees to her chest. She knew she must look haggard and worn, as best as Rolf had tried to school his expression, she knew him well enough that it couldn't fool her. "Sleepy," she responded, absently winding her fingers through hair. "Sore. The usual."
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