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She was a mess; not just from the muck and grime but emotionally. It was apparent as soon as she fell against him, sobbing and blubbering. It had been even in the way she seemed not to recognize him, fighting against his efforts to help. "You're not alone," he reassured as he swept his tongue over the top of her head, smoothing the fur there and nuzzling her copper ears. "I'm here, what's wrong?" Something had happened, but what, he could not even guess at. Seeing her distraught had the immediate effect of making him forget that he had troubles of his own.