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She felt a little steadier on her feet by the time she reached Finley, though she collapsed wantonly beside the woman's flank as if some invisible force had swept her feet out from under her. She afforded Weejay another glance over her small shoulder, offering an inquisitive grunt. You coming? Sugar then promptly buried her face in the soft, thin fur of her mother's underside, newly opened eyes drifting shut as she latched on and suckled herself into a stupor.