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Comprehension smoothed out Lotte’s rough edges, but only just. “So,” she said, still feeling just a little bit wicked and vindictive. She preened, arching her neck like a swan’s as Hemlock paid it gentle homage, but she didn’t act on her immediate desire. To act out now wouldn’t suit the outcome she craved, so she stowed her baser wishes. “We have time,” she repeated soothingly, her mind whirring wildly as it planned and managed and reworked. “You should not worry about this now.” She responded to the fire flower’s ministrations in kind, trying to elicit another of those shivers from the woman. Her teeth and tongue combed an undulating line that looped loosely over the wisewoman’s russet withers. “Do not fear, liekkikukka,” she said. “All will be well — with Sirius, with you, with Arturo, with me.”