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It wasn't long before Finley came into view, but Elwood could tell immediately that something was off. Her posture was stiff and he could all but see the tension radiating off of her; despite that, however, there was no anger in her expression as she came to a halt a few feet away. Instead, she regarded him with a calm and detached air, and made no move to close the gap between them.

He looked at her for a long moment, his ears twitching uncertainly. Quickly, he tried to remember everything he had done over the past week -- had he stepped out of line? Had he acted inappropriately? Nothing came to his mind, so he flashed her a tentative smile, taking a step towards her as he spoke.

"Hey, you," he said -- he had thought of calling her Frog, but quickly decided against it before the name could cross his lips. "What have you been up to?" Such a question was normally rhetorical, as they were both aware of each other's whereabouts on almost a constant basis, but he really didn't know what she had been doing for the last few days. Worry began to nibble at the pit of his belly.