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The coywolf stills, dustsmocked paws setting aside her palms to watch Tavina’s shades of deep lilac abandon their guard. There is recollection in her face and a delicate warmth that lit up the little underground room. The hebsut listens, her throat opening and bowing like a pensive dove. It seemed the most sincere and simple thing, to fall in love with a laugh.

“Did you know, then? That you were in love with her?” She pursues, kneeling there in the shadows, eyes seeking for- answers. Only then does she see the ceaselessly worked harvest of lavender and stiffen at the gall of her questioning.

“I’ve overstepped,” Eset amends, moving quickly to Tavina’s side to still the hand with a brace of her own. She wanted to know more- everything- but she couldn’t risk upsetting what felt like a fragile happiness.