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When she found him, she immediately regretted it. How rude! Melody wrinkled her nose at him, then turned her face away to sneeze again. She wiped at her muzzle with a foreleg briefly, self-conscious now, and glanced back at him with a slightly offended expression.

I'm fine! Just - the plants are making me sneeze, Melody insisted, trying not to let her annoyance bleed through too much. Anyway, you're - a Hem, right? I'm Melody. Hemet. I wanted to ask you some questions. If she could even get them out! She covered her nose for another sneeze.