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Niamh seemed a bit more tender now, and Phox breathed a sigh of relief. Losing Alyx had put a definite strain on their relationship, but it was nothing they couldn't come back from. Phox had always been sure of that (probably). Now that Alyx was home, they could begin to mend things more properly. Their family was whole again, and they were better for it.

Thank you so much, Erzulie, Phox echoed. If there's anything we can do, now or in the future, you let us know. He smiled, then looked back to Alyx. She was so big now. He'd seen Quetzal this whole time, and they were twins, but it was becoming easier and easier to differentiate them by sight alone. Nothing about them was crazy different, but each had a way of holding themselves, and there were ever-so-slight variations in their build. A tuft out of place, that sort of thing.