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He didn't ignore her - that was something. Slowly, carefully, her eyeless son unfolded from his tight curl and moved hesitantly in her direction. Even in such a confined space, a familiar slice of the world that he did not need eyes to navigate, he seemed lost.

Bazi spread her toes and angled the paw, settling her rear against the cool floor. "It's persistent," she reported, leg twitching when Swift's whiskers tickled between her paw pads. "I tried washing it, and rubbing it in dirt." The faint shadow of an idea sparked in the back of Bazi's head, but it was too faint to make sense of.