She turned her gaze away from the window and to the navigator and smiled as she took in his sleepy form. “Yes”, she replied and looked out the window again. You could hear the raindrops falling on the roof, making a low, calming noise. “The rain on Altamid smelled different.” She couldn´t really describe what the difference was, but she could tell there was one. At least it seemed like it to her. She continued looking out the window for a few more seconds, before she turned around and hopped on the bed, next to Pavel. She placed her arm over his waist and snuggled up to him. “Does the rain in Russia have its own kind of smell?”
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