[He should touch them. Run his hands over them. Peel them off her.
But Regina, oblivious, holds out her hand to him.]
Come, then, my General. We've food to fetch, and I'm famished. [She arches her back, tugs her gloves on, and then smothers a yawn with one hand. Her gaze turns longingly toward her bed.] I could... nap a bit more...
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But Regina, oblivious, holds out her hand to him.]
Come, then, my General. We've food to fetch, and I'm famished. [She arches her back, tugs her gloves on, and then smothers a yawn with one hand. Her gaze turns longingly toward her bed.] I could... nap a bit more...