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she'd barely fixed the pelts on one side of the alcove before others were torn from beneath her, or thrown, or grabbed and flipped, and so nazli drew back with a touch of fear; that swiftly transitioned to indignation.
i care. this is our home! whether he liked it or not, this was their place to be together and to be safe. why would he choose to ruin that? she began to fix things a second time and was more deliberate with her placements.
you know miss tee would notice. then i'd be kept away from you for more lessons. would you like that? nazli referenced tavina who tutored them both. her tone softened by the end, while she adjusted another pelt.