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Emaleth had squealed with delight at her brother's touch— or perhaps it was annoyance, for she hadn't paused in her gumming of the antler. She only watched him with a wariness as she continued to taste the velveteen tine, her gaze shifting to Deirdre as the pair interacted. And with them, she, too, yawned— though unlike her pale sister, the dark child was content to slip to the floor beside the gift and drift into a slumber. Her gums felt better than they had in a long while; and her body demanded that she make up for the rest lost due to the pain.