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i would say she loves u too but i don't know if she's capable of that

it seems as though swiftlet is confused. athalia, ever the charmer, sought now to clarify. no, she mumbles, face very much still shoved in the wiry guard hairs that line his nape. me find scent. smell katla. find.
she grumbles as she, after a disconcertingly long time, grants him freedom from her proverbial clutches. blinking once, then twice, she stares at him as if she had forgotten what she was doing before abruptly turning to see if he will follow her.
perhaps it was conversation that he wanted. maybe it would have been better to do that before shoving her face in his chest, but athalia was a young woman of no regrets. you know an-cel-in? she asks, nose wrinkled as she scans the soil for any traces of the long-lost sister. bearclaw. i live. you from?