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When Dante finally lifted his gaze to meet Osprey's, she smiled sincerely at him. For some reason it was comforting to know that she was not the only one here to deal with problems and troubles and that she was able to help him in any way. Otherwise it had felt like she had always been the one on the receiving end, rarely having a chance to give something back.

"Well... maybe, if someone put us - two wrecks together - maybe we would make a whole and perfect wolf," she winked. The idea itself was not that bad, amusing even. "Which reminds me..." her expression became mischievous, "... witches don't ever give anything for free. Now you owe me." This, however, was said in a playful tone and, when she continued, her tone was a bit more serious: "Would you mind, if we continued those sleepovers? I am, of course, neither fragile, nor that afraid or anything... but I kind of prefer a warm, living, breathing and soft pillow to the cold hard ground."