[His voice is muzzy, sleep-fogged--he'd gotten used to sleeping with his crystal where it would wake him, through the plague, and hasn't quit the habit yet.
Which wouldn't be a problem if he were alone, but someone else makes a groggy noise of inquiry at being awakened by the talking.
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[His voice is muzzy, sleep-fogged--he'd gotten used to sleeping with his crystal where it would wake him, through the plague, and hasn't quit the habit yet.
Which wouldn't be a problem if he were alone, but someone else makes a groggy noise of inquiry at being awakened by the talking.
Myr breathes out an oath.] Sorry, love--
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