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it did not bother jawahir to have the girl speak their language, though it was a touch clumsy on her tongue. it did bring to mind tremulous bits of memory, pieces of things best forgotten. they are quiet as they watch the girl studying the stars.
when she speaks, jawahir looks to trace their dark eyes in an arc, seeing what the bear-girl sees.
i do not, the coyote murmurs with an inviting tone, wondering if the girl will give her own answer.