shirewalker:“What are you doing?” I asked. “You can’t sleep here.” &
shirewalker: “What are you doing?” I asked. “You can’t sleep here.” “Yes, I can. In fact, I must. I can’t let any harm befall you, so it’s best I stay close.” “You could offer to sleep on the floor, like a gentleman.” He appeared horrified by the suggestion. “And I’m not certain you’re in any state to protect me,” I went on, sensing a lost cause. “Just now you were almost assassinated by a teapot.” ― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens -- source link
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