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Oh! It was as if Deirdre knew exactly which words would strike the poor Seer's heart. Starbuck had no name for her love for Deirdre, but knew it to be true and pure. Be it philia or ludus, it was true. And though she thought that Deirdre held her in high regard, it eased her heart to hear the words aloud. You are so dear to me, Deirdre. Though the time has been short, I feel no hesitance in saying the same. I love you, she sighed sweetly. Though they had argued, Starbuck was comforted by the ease with which they made up.

Rest, yes. Rest for her weary legs, her weary mind, her joyful heart. Starbuck nodded, tenderly grooming the soft fur near Deirdre's ears. Yes, let's, she agreed and, knowing Deirdre's preferences, settled in the open, not more than a few feet from where they stood. She nestled between two large, exposed roots of a nearby tree and looked to Deirdre to see if she would come.