[ She trails behind him all the way, unsure. His voice is quiet, but it's too dark for her to see his face and gauge how he feels. On the way back she sneezes once or twice, but she successfully managed to keep them quiet.
Now that they're back, he can go to sleep. She sets the blanket on the bed again. ]
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