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Who: Lup, Ren, Taako
What: Family talk and other shenans
When: Backdated to 12/20-post memory share event
Where: Elf camp
Warnings: N/A-will add as needed

The reality of the situation doesn't hit her, not fully, until she wakes the next morning. Dreams had a weird bubble of protection around them that made her actions feel meaningless-she could sit by a monster, play soccer with a dog, talk about flowers and friends and family without having to worry about what it meant the next day.

And so when she stirs awake, she's almost grateful to be the first one that appears to be up. It gives her a chance to ignore Taako's well intentioned comment about not worrying about breakfast because, no, she can do that for them. That's something within her raccoon abilities-no problem. It'll be fine. Maybe on her hunt, she'll find some pretty treasures they can hold onto. Because she isn't sure how to express gratitude to her new aunt and uncle any other way.

But she should wait, she thinks, if only because Taako had said he would feel better if they were both there when he woke up. A comment that still makes her think she must have misheard him. Both. She stares at his face, waiting to see if his eyes crack open, and then turns to Lup, checking out her new aunt's face in turn. No dice.It's hard to tiptoe around the tent without hitting any arms or legs, but gosh she's doing her best. She even makes up for any accidental toetaps by pulling any blankets went askew in the night over their bodies. There, elf beans. It's nice and cozy now. 

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Taako, for all his love of sleep and his perpetual exhaustion from being on the island grind, is still not a particularly deep sleeper. It's good that Lup is back, but there's a core of wariness, memories of trying to rest unsafe and alone, that will probably stick with him for awhile yet. So it's not that Taako is dragging his heels when it comes to waking up, and he's definitely sensing some goblin disturbances--he's just still processing, with his eyes closed.

There's a lot to process. Weird dreams with other peoples' memories, his own memories relived against his will, and woven through it all, wrong memories. Balls to that, actually, he's ready to face the day. It's a shame to ruin Ren's hard work, but he shoves all his limbs out from the blankets anyway, assuming his Final Form of a dead starfish. Woe betide anyone in the way of this yawning mess. Finally he sits up, only to immediately put most of his weight on Lup, horrible elbow first. It's only fair. "Shouldn't humans sleep longer than elves?" he asks, through another tooth-clashing yawn.