[ With Francel's head pillowed upon his shoulder, turning his own head even slightly brings Zephirin's cheek and chin in contact with the boy's hair where it falls across his brow. Unintentionally, Zephirin's lips and the tip of his nose brush against the soft strands. Francel's breaths are warm puffs of air that reach Zephirin's skin past his collar.
The movements of Zephirin's hand halt for the moment. ]
None to be of assistance, I regret to confess. My schooling ended when I became a squire.
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The movements of Zephirin's hand halt for the moment. ]
None to be of assistance, I regret to confess. My schooling ended when I became a squire.