Illyria was not, per se, sleeping in, since she hadn't bothered going to sleep after last night's radio fiasco. She had instead spent the dark hours of the morning slicing at imaginary opponents in the preserve with her newly-returned sword, before she had to once again stow it in the weapons locker
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He was already jumping onto the narrow bed by the time he got to schlooooop, and trying to crawl into her arms on 'sketti.'
"Can we have that for lunch? Where's Dad? Why're you blue?"
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She pushed the child away from her firmly, but not with enough force to harm it. "Do not touch me! I am not your mother; aren't human children supposed to recognize their parents by the time they can speak?"
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