[ Ronan is still there, just beside Murphy, like he'd promised he'd be. He's tall enough that even on his knees beside the chair, he's about eye-to-eye with Murphy. His singing echoes through the trees, so that the song continues a moment or two after his lips have already stopped moving.
His fingers pause in their caress. He leans in to murmur in Murphy's ear: ]
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His fingers pause in their caress. He leans in to murmur in Murphy's ear: ]
We're here.