[Fiona lets out a soft, pleased hum at the touch. She was absolutely lying—she's exhausted, but she hasn't been able to sleep much lately. Even when she does manage, it's never restful. She feels like she's constantly vibrating with energy, like her thoughts won't shut off. So, once Alfie falls asleep, Fiona curls her arm under her head and reaches up to trace his scar with her fingertips, doing her best to relax and failing utterly.]
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