He comes in to collect the dishes later and smiles to see the bundle. For a little while, he sits and sings, low and sweet and soft, weaving gentle dreams of starlight on the waves for her before leaving. She never sleeps through the night, he knows, but he can grant a little rest, for a while.
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Date: 2014-09-16 08:41 am (UTC)