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she found him thrashing the bedclothes.
her time tidying and cleaning with tavina made her take notice of the poor quality of the pelts, and the disarray of it all, and she gave a weighted sigh and glared at the boy; he could not see the expression, thankfully.
before she could do anything, he was inspecting her. she tolerated it until she couldn't (which was not long) and then wedged beyond him to grab for the pelts.
you've made a mess, cautioned nazli in her best tavina voice. she began to adjust them to their original places, and made sure to tuck the more tattered edges hastily.