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It was that easy. He accepted, and she let out an obvious breath, her shoulders sagging. Thank you, she murmured, clearly relieved. She pressed her nose into the thick fur of his neck, taking in the warm, steady scent of him. It would be okay. They would be okay.

That means a lot, Lily continued, voice muffled against the cream-gold pelt. Really. We need the help; I can't do as much as I used to, not with the children. As if to illustrate her point, a yawn she couldn't quite stifle rose up, and her jaws gaped wide before she was able to speak again. I'm exhausted.

She gave him a sidelong glance, a tiny smile curving her muzzle. How's everyone else? she asked, as she hadn't been able to make her usual rounds, bar small one-on-one meetings here and there.

The two spoke for a long while, giving her a much-needed reprieve from the squalling of small children.