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The Armenian grins at his comrade with a warm rumble of congratulations and stifles a chuckle at the way the little gray female’s breath catches in her throat when she sees Seelie the first time. Yeah. He gets it completely. Take it from him — it really never gets any easier. And he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t make it weird, just introduces her accordingly: “This is Coelacanth, and I’m Stockholm. It’s nice to meet you, Lainie.” Brow furrows with concern when she mentions being alone. “Hey, it’s okay,” he says at the note of desperation in her voice. “You don’t have to be alone anymore. Can stay here, if you want.”