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She nodded, almost absently. I would do it again, she said, catching Mireille’s eye, meaning to convey that a voice was a small price to pay to find her friend safe and sound. Of course, she hadn’t managed that that day, although the sentiment remained.

Her friend rested her head against Druid’s flank and she sighed, feeling cozy and safe for the moment. Thank you, she murmured simply, closing her eyes. She was tired, though she didn’t necessarily want to sleep. It was enough to rest in Mireille’s embrace.