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Ashivon's chest ached and acid stung the base of his throat.
This wasn't an uncommon occurrence for him but it was irritating, especially as he was just trying to go to sleep.
"Hey" Sanga ran a hand across the side of his head, tucking a stray hair behind his ear. He leaned into the contact. "You're stirring a lot"
"Sorry"
"What's going on, love?"
"The acid... Thing" he told her vaguely, not remembering the exact term that Ahnmivah had used. It was okay, though. Sanga understood what he meant.
"Is there anything I can do?" she asked patiently. He shook his head. "Okay, well I'm here for you. I love you"
"I love you too"