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She half expected him to deny the necessity of such a thing and was glad when he didn't. She didn't have the strength right now to fight Eljay's nature. She sank against him when he readily agreed. Wildfire did not think to question the ease of it or what it might mean about what must be going on inside his head. She tried not to think much at all.

Instead, she simply nuzzled against him, breathing in his scent. "Thank you, Eljay," she murmured against the curve of his throat, voice muffled by his damp furs. Thank you for everything.