[Rukia never claimed to be good at storytelling, but even so, this one seems to have done the trick. Clasping her blanket around her shoulders, she rises to her feet and pads to the other couch so she can tug Yuffie's blanket more securely into place, covering her up to her chin. Then she blows out the lanterns, leaving only the fireplace's warm glow, as she takes her place on the other couch and curls up to sleep. That was an exhausting conversation.]
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