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Furi tenses only a little when Blixen moves, touching her in a way that is different but… not entirely unwelcome. Trying to brush it off as surprise, she shifts a little to make herself comfortable and groans when she does speak up. “What if that’s where she went? Or what if they know where she might go,” she says, staring at the ground. If she left Drageda, the first thing she would have done is try and find Teaghlaigh. She’s an adult, capable of feeding and defending herself. Some traveling, asking around, but she’s quickly ripped back to reality, remember that no, Teaghlaigh is no more. Her mother is no more, and by the sound of it, her father too. But she has Eirlys, now. And maybe Ceallach. Furi closes her eyes, fighting back the swell of tears.