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He invited her to move, though lingered, regarding her with something she almost would have called warmth. Lecter had no such thing in him, yet all the same, it was an expression she liked to think was reserved for her. She rubbed her flank alongside his as she passed, falling into step with him and mulling over his words. Her education on spirit guides had been brief, so all the traits of all the spirits were impossible for her to know. To behold Koios would have been very telling about why she had the guide she did, but he had died before her eyes had opened.

Her gaze shifted to Lecter with the realization that he was the closest thing she had to her father. To either of her parents. But he was distinctly different from them, not familial in the same sense but in another sense. Her titles for him were many, but of them all, she would state husband most proudly.