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Oren, she returned, her voice steady, though her smile wide upon her maw. A strange sound to his voice as he said her name, but one that she didn't mind. She squinted, continuing to grin as he nosed her cheek. Similarly strange, though one she would not fight. Affectionate in a way she had hardly experienced before.

You're very excited to see me, she hummed, brows raised, teasing. Her tail tapped against the ground beside her. The woman took a breath: Not that that's a bad thing. I'm happy to see you, too, Oren. It was her turn to greet him, then, and she would press her cheek against his own, almost buzzing with happiness.

The oaken lady moved back, then. Sitting once more, she spoke: How have you been? Any more stories for me? She said the second half with a laugh, eyes scanning his face, searching his own hues. perceptive.