[She looks up at him, and tugs him down onto the bed with her, so he's at least on her level. She makes a little noise of pain, because she didn't quite expect the tiny shocks that hit her, and grumbles a bit. She's the worst kind of patient, too eager to be healed to let herself get better.
She dips her head to kiss his hand back.]
Weren't you supposed to leave one to go running home telling tales?
[She says it as she tries to get him close. Priya left the bowl she had dropped the bullets in next to them, and occasionally Daphne finds herself looking over at it.]
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She dips her head to kiss his hand back.]
Weren't you supposed to leave one to go running home telling tales?
[She says it as she tries to get him close. Priya left the bowl she had dropped the bullets in next to them, and occasionally Daphne finds herself looking over at it.]