[Shirley leans against him in turn, relaxing with the knowledge that whatever's keeping Senel up doesn't seem to be a cosmic threat in the night. Senel's explanation has her looking to the sky with more focus, as if appraising the number of stars herself. It's a clear night, so there's plenty to see.]
Count for me, then.
[She yawns, because she's still tired from running around town all day checking up on things. But maybe having a listener might help Senel, and there are worse things to fall asleep again to than his voice.]
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Count for me, then.
[She yawns, because she's still tired from running around town all day checking up on things. But maybe having a listener might help Senel, and there are worse things to fall asleep again to than his voice.]