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Lotte considered Hemlock’s question, watching the activity in the distance with a measure of dread. It would be time to leave shortly; Declan and Conan were returning from their patrols and, it appeared, rousing the few who had managed to fall asleep. Arturo’s pointed glance to the two woman was answered with a hearty thump-thump-thumping of Lotte’s tail; restored to good spirits, she had completely forgotten that she’d recently tried to eat his face off. “In waves,” she said finally. “This is a very long wave, though.”