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“You should rest.”
“I can’t.”
“Jett.”
“I know.”
Nahla’s head is heavy against her shoulder, the position familiar and comforting. But with Lura absent, with her stomach twisted in anxious knots, it feels wrong.
Nahla sighs and Jett can’t help but wrap an arm around her shoulders, cradling her close.
Turning her head, her eyes meet Nahla’s, wide and desperate. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen her this scared before. Without thinking, Jett leans over and closes her eyes while she presses a kiss to Nahla’s forehead. She lets out a sigh of her own when Nahla curls into her.