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Greta wasn’t really thinking about it these days. She woke up and was the only one ready to rise, because her dear vampires slept so much longer than her. She still leaned over Sypha, pressing just a short little kiss against her lips, earning her a sleepy mumble in return. It had become a habit, by now. Then Greta slid out of bed, unable to hold back a groan, as her joined were creaking. She stretched, once she was standing, looking back to that bed again. Somehow, all of this had become routine these days. And somehow, she loved it.