[ As awkward as this may have been for Gwendolyn, it was nearly the completely opposite for Lyria. For in her tired state, she found peace. A warm, quiet place that felt almost welcoming to the touch. The woman's lap felt so soft... so inviting that it swept the small child into one of the most peaceful sleeps she had since arriving.
When she awoke however, that peaceful bat of her eyes were soon slapped over with confusion when an unfamiliar face looked from above her. ]
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When she awoke however, that peaceful bat of her eyes were soon slapped over with confusion when an unfamiliar face looked from above her. ]
Rest...?