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And when the tears tried to stop, they soaked her cheeks horribly. Shaky sobs, weeping into the fur of her daddy as her wrists clung to his neck. She did not mean to hog him. Really, she didn't. Oh, she did not mean to be in the way, or to be rude at all. Nutuyikruk did not mean it, she really didn't.

Unclasping from an embrace cut short by the throat, her legs hit the ground and she choked upon every word. "It," she couldn't stop the hiccups, "okay, Aaba." Tear-soaked. "I," trying, "nnlove," trying, trying, "you, Aaba." Trying. Trying. "Nutu-- love, you."

She looked at him then, her bottom lip trembling and shaken, but she could trust him in anything. If asked, he would answer, and he always would. Nutuyikruk knew little of why this question made her voice break. "Aaba going away now?" A fizzled sniff. "Aaba?"