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Smiling warmly, Martin, couldn't shake the feeling she was still holding something back, as if she were worried about something. Still, she seemed to be ding better for now, and that was the important part. A yawn suddenly came over him, though he wasn't that tired, as he lay back upon the bed, resting his back against the mattress and looking up at the ceiling, casting a glance to the closed window. "It's really blowing out there, isn't it?" He mused.