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Martin nodded, looking up to her, “Thank you again.”

Sierra smiled at him from his lap. “You’re welcome, sweetie… What do you want to do now?” she asked, slowly letting go of his hand. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Martin swallowed, letting his fingers linger slightly as hers slid away, “No, I’m fine, thank you,” he yawned. “Sorry, maybe just some,” his eyes clamped, although the tick went away,” Um, some shut eye,” Martin laughed.