[It's a slip of the tongue; something about the candle making him thoughtless. Or maybe it's the cozy atmosphere. But there's a part of him that's relieved that only he gets to see this side of Oria. Sinclair hums in something like agreement, as he carefully sets the towel down. LOria's hair is now much dryer than before, smooth to the touch.]
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[It's a slip of the tongue; something about the candle making him thoughtless. Or maybe it's the cozy atmosphere. But there's a part of him that's relieved that only he gets to see this side of Oria. Sinclair hums in something like agreement, as he carefully sets the towel down. LOria's hair is now much dryer than before, smooth to the touch.]
All done.