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Okay. I'll keep you in the loop. And he watched Cupid go. Well, that could have gone worse, he supposed. He did wish they could have a conversation where Mal didn't feel like he was about to get chewed on. It shouldn't be like this, and he'd tried. So how had it ended up this way just the same? Maybe just not meant to be, but again, he tried.

He watched a moment longer, then with a sigh Mal picked up the hare again and tucked it over at the den mouth for him or Caerus to hopefully get to later. Another sigh, another look around and Mal trotted off to do whatever other business he should be doing.