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Kiri's up early the next morning, restless with various low-level simmering concerns, and wanders out of her room.

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Snuggles. Such snuggles. Comforting snuggles, he hopes.

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She seems to find them helpful.

"This is weird. This is so weird. Also sort of gross."

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"Gross like how?"

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"The knowing all the - flesh - things. It kind of covers a lot of stuff."

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"Huh, I guess it would," he muses. "Knowing blood things is a little weird too, but it's not that gross. I mean, or I just don't gross that easy."

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"Maybe a combination? And also blood is basically one kind of thing, I think? Tubes and blood and that's it. There's definitely kinds of flesh."

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Loel giggles.

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She gives him an apologetic sort of nuzzle. "So, um, mood killer twice over, let's reschedule for Sometime After I Am Used To This And There Has Been A Funeral I Guess."

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"Yeah," he says, cuddling her some more.

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Snugs.

"Also possibly there should be a responsible conversation instead of just flirting, because, primes, politics, bleah? Should there be that because of those?"

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"Yeah, I guess." He shrugs. "Responsible conversation now, or responsible conversation later before we get into anything?"

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"Later, I think, right now I'm already processing - stuff." She sighs. "I knew he was dying, but..."

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"Yeah."

Hugs? Hugs.

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Hugs.

After a while: "I guess you should get dressed and we should go say hi to everybody. And I should collect Mud, I don't like leaving him alone this long."

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"Okay."

He kisses her on the cheek, gets out of her lap, and goes to find some clothes - plenty of options in his room, so there's no good reason to put the old ones back on if he doesn't feel like it. A nice matching shirt and kilt, Thiyecine-style, purple with blue trim. Perfect.

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She smiles weakly and gets up. "You're gonna have to show me where they are. I can tell how many bodies are where, but I don't know a damn thing about doors and staircases that I didn't this morning."

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"I promise not to get you lost in my own house," he says, hugging her again.

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Hugs. "Good."

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So. Down the stairs to the kierten, first.

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Patience whistles to Mud, who trots up to her making happy doggy noises; he heels.

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Mud is cute. Patience is also cute.

"Okay," says Loel, "let's go see everybody."

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Patience nods.

"What're the new ones like?"

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"Really, really off-type," is the first description that comes to mind. "You look at Ekador and you think sweela; you look at Sarelle and you think hunti. He's from Malinqua, moved there when he was just a baby, and his birth blessings are a couple of things I forget, and flexibility. It's hard to forget flexibility; he's adapting really well to suddenly living in a different country with a bunch of new responsibilities and also magic. I have no idea what Sarelle's blessings are, come to think of it. I'm betting there's at least one hunti in there, though. Probably certainty or determination or something."

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"Huh. That's weird. You and me and Kiri are all very our things."

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"Yeah. I dunno, though, it sort of makes sense to me. What people see you as and what you actually are aren't necessarily the same, you know?"