The faint rustle of the sheets brought her out of her reverie. Before she could fall back to her thoughts, small noises sounded. At first she thought them whimpers. Did Ghali suffer from night terrors? Vaguely intrigued, she turned away from the window, looking over her shoulder at his shrouded form. Dim though the room was at this time of night, she could just make out the smile upon his face. Dream he did but, she suspected, it was quite the opposite of a nightmare.
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