Blackfeather Woods and there is time to kill today

Even as drugged up as he was, Mou could tell when his friend was happy, and he thought he could feel it through the fog of the poppies. Maybe he only wished he coudl feel it. But then she pressed against his shoulder and that he could feel; he leaned in to it, listening as best he could within his current state.

Sometimes I think that I died long ago, and this is the Void, and that you are Sithis. She explained.

Mou's eyes stopped watching the altar and the mouse with its host of maggots, and looked at her, then. Have I told you that?

He shook his head, and with a small sigh his rear end plopped down. He began to sprawl out beside her. Then he began to nose at her, nuzzling with the tip of his snout and lightly, playfully, tugging at her coat as if to say, sit with me. Whether she did or not, Mou licked his lips and asked, teach me?