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He sensed somewhat her efforts to keep up and slowed his pace, taking smaller steps, despite the strangeness of the new gait. It took him a moment to respond to the question as he thought back, lips pursed thoughtfully. Aye, I suppose, he replied, wondering which conversation she referred to. Aboot our families?

Pygmalion had learned a lot, then. So had she, about him. It was what he considered to be a watershed moment in their relationship; perhaps she considered it the same, and wanted to continue on where they left off. What's on yer mind? Pyg asked softly.