[It's Sypha's turn to snicker as she lets Trevor draw her toward him, guiding her back onto the couch, cuddled up against his side. He's being cautious and honestly she doesn't blame him - she would be too if the tables were turned. Her pulse is just a little quicker than normal as she allows herself to relax against his side.]
Unfortunately you wouldn't be doing much feasting on your feast day.
[Since, y'know, you have to be dead to be a Saint.]
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Unfortunately you wouldn't be doing much feasting on your feast day.
[Since, y'know, you have to be dead to be a Saint.]