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He rambled most endearingly. Marina stepped nearer when he did, closing all of the distance between them until they were far too close for a first meeting. Just looking for some company, Her voice was low, inviting.

It looks like I've found it, She reached out to preen the fur at his cheek if he allowed it, and did not wonder at her own forwardness. It felt natural, and it seemed a given that her feelings would be reciprocated. If she'd stopped to think about it at all, it might have struck her as odd. But she didn't, so it didn't.