[She's in that lovely place between waking and dreaming. It's warm and comfy, and she's loathe to give those two feeling up. She's actually entirely disinterested in waking up. With a happy murmur she's curls closer to her pillow, arm squeezing a little as she throws a leg over it. Entirely unaware that she's snuggling Alastor and all too happy to continue.]
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