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Light returned to him when his mother lifted her head. It was nothing incredibly clear. It was more like looking at something while squinting in the dimmest light. Not terribly helpful, but incredibly fascinating to the boy who had not seen anything up until this point. Being the curious child that he was, Malrok pushed himself up on to all fours and took steady steps toward the mouth of the den. Tonravik made a grand archway with her body: her legs were the columns and her torso was the high ceiling that led to the outside world. In the unlikely event that he got more than two steps to his destination, he would come out with his head brushing her tail.