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Something—or rather, someone—jostled Malrok awake. He awoke slowly, eyes blinking even though they were sealed shut. The dull ache in his belly, accompanied with the nose in his ear, was enough to send him wriggling about. He had trouble getting onto his belly (probably because it was so round) and he began to wail in response. In fact, it was one of the only responses he had. And he did it often. Tiny frail legs failed uselessly in front of him, and he gurgled. Either the mother entity was not around, or she had decided to let them work it out amongst themselves.