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She is excited when Étoille greats her in return and she squirms, licking his chin as he speaks. In their short time together, she has grown so fond of him and his absence for weeks weighed heavily on her. Still, she has grown. She has changed and filled out and he seems so tired and thinner than she remembers. She’ll hunt for him, when she can, but for now she focuses on his return. “Yes,” she says, then glances across the way as Eske comes up behind, looking back and, with a much softer voice, “it was kinda borin’ without you.”