"Yes?" Consciousness was approaching Dolf at roughly the kind of speed one could refer to as 'elephantine', provided this elephant had just been shot full of tranquilizers and was trying to bridge the fifty odd meters to the nearest water hole.
He propped himself up sluggishly, sheets sliding off his chest to pool at his waist, and he blinked at her, blearily. "... who?"
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He propped himself up sluggishly, sheets sliding off his chest to pool at his waist, and he blinked at her, blearily. "... who?"