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๐ญ๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ย ๐๐๐ซ๐ย ๐จ๐ย ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ. ( ACCEPTING! )
she's a self-confessed hypocrite of the highest order. she knows that, you don't need to worry. especially when, if anyone else put up the level of arguing and protesting that aisling did when jen first started the arduous process of getting her to actually take a break. now, she lies down flat on her back, head propped up on a cushion as jen pulls another cashmere throw up and over her, right up to her chin.
" fine. fine! but you're waking me up in thirty minutes, okay? i can't-- there is too much to do without me falling asleep! thirty minutes. no more. " she turns on to her side, nestles her head down on the cushion, and grants herself permission to close her eyes. before she drifts off, she murmurs ( and acknowledges that she's about to prove jen entirely correct with how exhausted she sounds ) to jen: " thank you, milla... "