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He heard the bed creak, though he did not even deign to open his eyes. Peculiar for a man so watchful. But as all things; Zizka already knew. He laid upon his back, with his hands folded lightly across his stomach. Against his arm, he felt the gentle heat of another body. She'd be curled in a ball, no doubt. And rubbing her feet slow together like a cricket. That was her method of self-soothing. That, along with his presence, apparently. Zizka did not forsake her that.
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Katherine always felt safe sleeping at Jan's side. He expects nothing of her, and the two of them have come to enjoy their nightly talks.