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pura's response was not what he had expected; a bilious cloud rose in his belly, but he patted it down through sheer force of will and focused his attentions on the boy's most forward question. then again, the feral spawn had never been one for social subtlety. yes, he answered. she is going to bear my children. having no notion of what it was pura had seen, he left out the details of his interludes with the willow.