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Malrok grunted as Sitamat crawled over him, though he managed to keep his hold on the source of warm, nourishing liquid. He drank and drank, dribbling milk down his chin as he ate until his stomach was full. Detaching from the mother entity, he squirmed beneath Sitamat. All except one was roughly the same size as Malrok, so it was no easy task to wriggle out from under the fourth-born. His baby muscles squirmed and twitched as he wrestled himself free of entrapment, finally slipping out from underneath the darkest of the brothers. He halted then, catching his breath before his next move.