[ alfyn's moved things around, some, but it's still their precious decrepit theater. he's puttering at the moment, rummaging in his chest, before he comes over with... a pillow! it's one from the camp cabins, and he carefully scoops his hand underneath camille's head to cradle it, lifting her enough to put the pillow beneath it and then nestling her head there again. ]
... yeah. Think we have Rondo to thank for that, along with everythin' else.
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... yeah. Think we have Rondo to thank for that, along with everythin' else.