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... nightsuit, made of a delicate, shimmering fabric, clung to her form, catching the dim light in a way that made her look almost ethereal.
Vyan looked up from his seat by the window, where he had been staring out into the night. "Well, well, look who managed to properly dry their hair this time. Do wonders ever cease?"
"Impressed?" she teased, a playful glint in her eye, as if she hadn't scrubbed her hair vigorously earlier to avoid the same embarrassment from back when he had help ...
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