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His distraction is obvious, and she cannot say she was not warned, so she merely smiles and kisses him once more. "I am certain we will manage without," she murmurs, and leans up above him a little, her hair falling as a curtain beside their faces. A stray strand tickles at her face, and she pauses again, making a faint moue of annoyance. "I should perhaps take a moment to tie this back," she says reluctantly, not wanting to part from him even for that long.