"Oh, I do know," she says, drawing him to her.

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After, she climbs off of him and curls up at his side, pressed in close, her head resting on his shoulder. The bedroll is a little uncomfortable, but she doesn't mind, instead focusing on the feeling of his arm around her waist. "We ought to have brought the picnic in with us," she says, unbothered. "Now one of us shall have to get dressed if we want more of it."