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Okay. She responded in kind, her voice weak like his, tired like his. With nothing more to say, Tavi nuzzled in to his fur and held him as best she could, resuming the soft humming until she knew he had fallen asleep. There she would wait with him, comfort him in his sleep - kiss him softly when his wounds bled - and wait out the rest of the night by his side.