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Blixen’s huff is enough indication she doesn’t like the answer and Furi closes her eyes, expecting some rebuttal about talking. They’ve already established they both kinda suck at expressing feelings to one another. How is she going to express this one? Oh yeah, I really do remember my parents and well, that’s a whole thing.
 
She snorts a little but when she’s jostled around a bit, she peers up to see the fiery girl shoving herself into the den. As she blocks out some of the light, it could be Rose fitting inside, but Blixen settles up close and accepts that she doesn’t want to talk. The first few minutes are quiet, Furi shifting a bit to better fit in the space they’re given. She buries her face into Blixen, releasing a shaky, sobbing breath into her fur.