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aphrodite is swift in coming, and juniper's gaze is attracted to the plump rabbit swinging betwixt her jaws. hunger tempts, but the appeal of the herb den is somehow more tempting than the call of her stomach. aphrodite's behavior is nervous, worried, and juniper's ears slick back as she picks up on the emotions and feels them in her stomach.

"I'm ok, 'ditey!" she exclaims, tail wagging to enforce her words. "I brought you mint, for your supplies!" she announces, a little proudly, and takes the sprig betwixt her jaws again as she offers it for the woman's inspection. "'o iph wophs haph bad tums you can 'elp 'em," she elaborates around the herbs in her maw, words muffled.