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she nodded. "yes. both of them need it."
sorana was her daughter, always on her attention even if she did not show it. or show it well. but reyes was another; reyes was a red smouldering that forced itself through the cracks of her happiness and insisted on pulling her back.
she thought; she balanced her mind. "when you see — fennec," the woman began hesitantly, hoping she would not start something else, "is it the same? does it hurt?" 
teya could not recall if she had ever asked bronco about this.