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Eti stared up at his uncle eyes of gilded gold wet. Though the tears didn't fall. He had cried enough, now he just wanted Req back or something back. He wasn't certain what had be taken completely. Req surely, but there was something heavy on his chest now, and in his head, that seemed different.

He drew comfort from his uncles words, and smiled sadly. Req was good zwazo chanteur, he dance, dance. I just listen.

He lifted his paws from the ground and settled them back down trying to show what he meant. He stood on hind legs to reach up towards his uncle to offer a hug or a lick, whatever was needed, and then returned to his place next to Mireille.

He looked up at her next and gave a soft nod. Okay. that was all he said, his tiny tail hanging limp.