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"Not really," Kyron answered honestly. "Everyone goes through that once in awhile. Life's a bitch; we all agree on that. But it's best to just keep going and take everything as it comes." The Persian looked at his look-alike sternly and thoughtfully, canting his head slightly in a birdlike manner as he appraised the golden youth. A moment ago, he had been everything but broody, telling Kyron to leave him alone, telling him to give him a leg of a boar and now here he was, wallowing in self-pity and bemoaning his troubles.

"You're not going anywhere yet," Kyron then informed him matter-of-factly. "You can't even hold your own weight." Perhaps...just maybe. He shrugged, might be worth a try. Besides, the stranger didn't look like he could manage by himself just yet. "You got anywhere else to go, Goldilocks? Maybe I can offer you a place to stay if you pull your weight. You look like a pretty strong wolf when you're not dying of hypothermia."