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Xarn had assumed that their rest was going to be a brief one. He had laid down on the ground during their break, but he had not allowed himself to fall asleep. If his companionâs slowed breathing and slight lean further his side was anything to go by, she might have.
He lifted his head from where he had been resting it against his forearms, turning to confirm his suspicions. The deathclaw snorted, though the sound was one of amusement; that had not taken long at all.
âSurely my hide is not that comfortable.â
















