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Arek stood with his - her - back to the door, wings neatly folded. The same loose brown curls as always tumbled to her shoulders, making San wistful once more. Arek turned when he came in and gave him a smile that cheered him somewhat. "You're drenched, come over by the fire and warm up."
San did so, extending his hands towards the flames. "How was your day?"
"Oh, fine," Arek said idly. She came up behind Sanadhil and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"You'll get wet," San warned her.
"Mm, possibly, you do have that effect on me," she agreed playfully.