who are you for one, i don't feel again you

That seemed to do it. Jorunn pleaded with her, promising that he was neither sick nor the harbinger of disease or attack. Bazi pretended to take her time with his response, studying his face for any trace of dishonesty. The air between grew thick with manufactured tension. "Alright," she conceded eventually, glancing left and right in the manner of a practised conspirator. "You can stay. But keep this talk to yourself - the others musn't know about the bear. If they don't know, it can't hurt them." Because, you know, that's how bears work. Bazi straightened up and half-turned back to the pile of sleeping bodies that made up her family. "Go on back to sleep," she whispered. Bazi herself needed time alone to come to terms with exactly why she was manipulating a child.

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