[Well, would you look at that. He must have been bushed even while making dinner for them. Melissa heaves an exasperated sigh before climbing onto the futon. However before she truly gets comfortable she'll reach out and scoot Aether's tiny form onto it as well. She'll pull up the covers, and make sure he's tucked in so the little bastard doesn't roll off.]
Rest up, Aether, [she whispers before putting her own head to the pillow.]
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Rest up, Aether, [she whispers before putting her own head to the pillow.]