“Not yet. But you’re dreaming, that’s progress.” Kaamaari whispers gently to you, sitting down in the edge of your bed. You see your room as you look around, but your bed doesn't feel like it usually does. Kaamaari sighs, picking up a wet rag and placing it on your forehead. “Even if your dream is still flickery.” He mumbles to himself, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. He smiles at your confused expression, he chuckles.
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