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It is very late at night. Cold rain, almost sleet, beats against the nearby window, and were Thyme on her own tonight she would surely find it far too chilly and unpleasant for her liking. But a little fire crackles quietly in the nearby hearth, the bed in Roe's apartment is piled high with soft down pillows and silken sheets, and Roe, of course, is there, tucked against her body and warming her from head to toe.
The day was stressful, and the evening was fraught, but the night—this they have all to themselves.
the girls spend a cozy night in roe's apartment.
- Part 7 of parsley, sage