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[He really is like a puppy, she thinks to herself... before Eustace is suddenly leaning so close that he very nearly bumps his head against hers—]

Oh.

[Just a small, embarrassed noise of surprise as she leans back slightly, the proximity a little jarring.

Even more so when she can smell the alcohol on him. On both of them.

But she'll take care of his first, mostly because she cannot stand the sad way he looks right now.

So, with a fresh towel, she will start to press it to his nose, his cheeks again, his forehead, wiping away the ale from his brow... before moving up to run it carefully through his hair....

.....

And then, she pauses just below his ears and she finds herself just... staring at them again.....]