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Robert answered when she called.
"Is everything alright?"
Myfanwy stared up at the ceiling from the guest bed.
"Everything's fine. I didn't mean to worry you. Just having trouble sleeping."
"Me too," Gestalt admitted. "I miss you."
"It's been six hours," she said.
"Six hours too long. I know Bronwyn's your sister, but she also tried to take you away from me. Forgive me for feeling trepidatious about you staying with her."
"It'll be alright," she assured them. "I wish you were here."
"Me, too."
"You'd hate these sheets. They're flannel."
They chuckled.
"Well at least you're keeping warm."