“Dakshana...”
She tried to open her eyes, failed.
“Dakshana, please.”
Someone was talking to her. A hand at her shoulder, cool breath across her lips - someone was kneeling beside her, trying to wake her up. Was it time to work?
She didn’t want to wake up. She was comfortable in her nest of furs. It was warm and soft and -- Dakshana moaned, stirred. Her bed wasn’t this soft, was it? She didn’t have soft furs like this - she’d only ever heard fur could be this soft.
“Please, open your eyes.”
Whoever the stranger was, he sounded like he was - crying.
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