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Her efforts to keep her chronic fatigue concealed were in vain. She supposed it was a product of the bond they shared; scarce were the moments spent apart from one another. Pack duties and family issues brought them together on a daily basis and when that wasn't the case, the couple would often take the opportunity to revel in future dreams and romance. He was bound to notice eventually. Although she had partly expected it, his inquiry had still coaxed feelings of awe and bewilderment from her. Saul came closer and she could almost anticipate his purposeful touch; the manner with which he'd pushed a strand of curls away from her face was subtle indeed and she fell for it momentarily. Then his hand found its way to her forehead, where it lingered long enough for the Soulstorm heir to catch on.
''I'm fine,'' she retorted, a miffed groan sounding from her throat. Her right paw was brought up promptly to swat his hand away. Her blue irises latched on to the concern adorning his features; the only thing enticing her to cooperate at least a little. It was perhaps a subconscious thing on his part, but it gave him the leverage needed to get some form of collaboration. ''Haven't been sleeping well lately, nothing to worry about.'' A white lie. Lilin really didn't sleep well, but she also slept excessively and whenever the opportunity presented itself. It was very unlike her, given her normally active lifestyle and the long distances traveled from one border to another; duties she did effortlessly and without complaints. But like every living being, the dichotomous femme was not above feeling ''under the weather''. His smile was returned then, her brushy tail thumping against his calf. ''Does Teme know I'm moving in?''