[Oh, and here she thought he'd interrupt her, but instead he settles so pleasantly. They lean against each other, Rosalind reaching with her other hand to guide his tablet, moving it between them as she might a piece of paper. Slowly eyes emerge, his nose-- he's clean-shaven in this portrait, because she doesn't know how to render stubble.
More than once she glances over at him, though that's as much effort as she's willing to expend; she certainly won't sit up. His hair is next, his glasses-- all in all, not a bad effort, and she nods in satisfaction as she sits back.]
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More than once she glances over at him, though that's as much effort as she's willing to expend; she certainly won't sit up. His hair is next, his glasses-- all in all, not a bad effort, and she nods in satisfaction as she sits back.]