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“Laurence?” Temeraire asks, for Laurence’s recitation of the Principia Mathematica has once more paused. This time, he does not resume at Temeraire’s prompting.
Temeraire lowers his head to squint at Laurence and Tharkay where they are sitting upon his foreleg. They are too small for him to see whether their eyes have closed, but Laurence’s head has fallen back against Temeraire’s hide, and Tharkay has slumped down entirely, half in Laurence’s lap. Principia is resting open upon his hair.
“Tharkay?”
Nothing.
Shortly, a snore emerges from Laurence. Ah. Temeraire holds himself very still, and resolves to let his humans rest.