[ The little menace probably should rest – at least as much as he's willing to. It won't be long before he's up and about, asking questions, running rampant and trying to understand what's going on. He's going to be a handful, that much is guaranteed.
She reaches out to run her finger lightly over the sleeping sapling's cheek, and he mumbles faintly, turning towards her hand and curling up more in his makeshift bed. ]
Of all the things the portal could have produced.
[ She shakes her head, bemused as she pulls her hand back. ]
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She reaches out to run her finger lightly over the sleeping sapling's cheek, and he mumbles faintly, turning towards her hand and curling up more in his makeshift bed. ]
Of all the things the portal could have produced.
[ She shakes her head, bemused as she pulls her hand back. ]