Mal turned fitfully in her sleep, while her physical form may be resting her mind was by no means peaceful. Templeton chirruped grouchily trying to remain sleeping himself. The white rat squeaked his irritation as Mal moved restlessly, jostling him awake. He scurried off to a quieter corner of the room and curled back up chattering to himself. Mal whimpered softly as she tossed and turned. Had anyone been present it would be painfully clear something was not right.
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