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A hand, recently free of it's gauntletāand so, so sweatyāreaches out and all but tussles the youth's hair with no small amount of roughness. A force given on accident, if only because Mahalina is more than unaware of her own strength.
The smile that curves her lips is brilliant and oblivious, though, and she finishes with patting Hlynur several times atop his head.
"You didn't just wake up, did you?" comes the cheery query.













