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Akhtar settled to eat his meal as Belen came to dry his fur. The priest settled into a trance like state at the grooming and the motion of his own jaw, lulled into the sense of security the gesture was giving off.

He slid back to reality when Belen’s voice called him back, bid him away from his worries in his head.

It is nothing to worry yourself over Belen. I have simply had a long day. He replied, plucking a feather from the duck to settle between his own paws for safekeeping. It would add another splash of color to his room.