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Fleur insisted she was alright, though Treepie was not convinced. She didn’t get a chance to reply before the woman’s mate appeared, a gigantic male with a swarthy coat. Despite his welcome, the yearling felt intimidated by his enormous size. She sidestepped subconsciously, her lips pressing together as Pie watched him check in with his mate.

Tiuttuk felt extremely awkward at their intimate exchange. She slid another step backward, this time deliberately, in an attempt to give them some space. It was sweet, the way they murmured and nuzzled, but it made the Regent feel like an intruder. She wanted to leave them to it, a sudden and painful twinge in her thigh reminding her that she might need the attention of a healer too.

I think it can wait until another day, Treepie said when Fleur mentioned a tour to Solharr. I’d be happy to come back at a better time. For now, you should probably take it easy. I know he’ll take good care of you, she said, eyes flicking to Solharr’s massive frame, entirely capable of protection. Take care of yourselves, were her only other words as she made a slow retreat.