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She logged the name with a nod, keeping it tucked away. Whether he was here for an instant or a lifetime, she would remember him. She remembered everyone who'd taken refuge with them. At his question, her smile grew—not necessarily wider, but warmer, in recognition. The selfish part of her was pleased she was gaining that kind of reputation; the counselor was eager to help him.

I'm happy to listen, Lily confirmed. And I do try to offer help or advice. But mostly I just listen. She raised her brows, tail swishing behind her. Come, sit closer to me if you'd like. The children are sleeping, so we may have to be a bit quiet unless we want to wake them—and trust me, angry tired puppies are not something you'd want to deal with, she teased, eyes sparkling.

Once he'd (hopefully) approached, she gave him a kind, inquisitive look. What's on your mind?