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Sinric knocks on Athelstan's door, a picnic basket on his arm and Ragnar at his side. Still warm from the sun, he leans a little against Ragnar. "I hope we won't disturb his reading."

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He's been a pillow for small children often enough.

Athelstan leans into the two of them.

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Sinric wraps himself in their warmth and, at peace for the first time since the attack, falls asleep.