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I hope that you are right, Crowfeather breathed in response.

The dark figure glanced down to their game, forgotten on the ground. He shifted worriedly, trying to muster up a small smile for the girl. She had tried to teach him her game and he had gotten lost talking about Germanicus… what fine company. It was no shock that he didn’t have many visitors, he realized then.

I’m- I’m sorry. Your game. I didn’t mean to stop playing.

Crowfeather plucked another stone and placed it in the line. He did not want to lose another companion. He did not want to be alone again.