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"My king....?" She whispered.
"Mmh." He didn't open his eyes.
She hesitated, "Can I pat your hair...?"
A pause. "You can."
Her left hand was still circled in the protectiveness of his hand, so she curled her other hand to his hair and began patting so softly and rhythmically.
They stared at the river in front of them