Elsbet's eyes flutter and Snape sits back; both are clearly drained. She slips her hand out from under his, places it on top of his hand for a moment, then pats his hand weakly. "What did my Sensei say?" He smiles faintly and tells her not to be concerned, then tells her she needs to sleep. "But--" he strokes her damp hair and shushes her, chuckling softly. She always wants to know what the messages are, but he knows it's far too dangerous. Telling her would defeat the purpose of all that work he's done in her mind...
Sleep comes to her quickly, as it usually does, and Snape finds himself looking...
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