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“Njal,” she repeated aloud, as if to solidify the name on her own tongue. It felt foreign, but she had come to expect all names to feel foreign. It was only her own that felt natural. She lifted a paw, unsure of whether to step forward or back, but ultimately decided to stay where she was, her paw hanging in midair. When he asked if she was hungry, she realized that she had forgotten why she had come this way at all. And while her stomach was doing something, she was fairly certain that it was not hunger that she felt.

“No,” she replied, “Just checking on the caches. But you seem to be doing a fine job of that.” Her posture slackened, and she lowered her foot to the ground, finally standing with four on the floor. Fox wondered if perhaps this whole anxiety thing was in her head, and was not actually the case at all. Maybe she was just being stupid. “It’s good to see you again.”