“Not particularly. Make me feel better?” The swede smirks as he plops down beside Saima and moves to throw his legs up and across their lap as he wraps an arm around their torso and rest his head on their shoulder for a moment. “I feel nasty.”
“Well, I can try.“ It was all they could promise and the least that they could do. Saima does remain still as Ivar rests against them. “Sorry to hear that you feel nasty. How long has this been going on?“
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