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lestan went to get them, spilling some of the greenery in the process. "sorry," he mumbled, stuffing them back into their carrying-case. "i simply cannot think straight when i'm surrounded by the scent of — your blood."
the mayfair set them down gingerly nearby. "sorry," mumbled as he glanced toward blossom. "arric can be quite forceful when he feels he's correct," was all he commented, for secretly he was glad that reverie had not been left alone. "perhaps you can teach me. that way," he waved his paw, but that way she would always have someone close who could administer the medicines she needed.