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Finally, when the dark beast slumbered, Jakoul pulled herself from the depths. Gaze heavier now as it flickered between man and woman.

There were no words the feral inkling could say that would fit such a complex scenario.

Instead her gaze only found the face of Tavina once more. The last words of Raimo hung heavy in the dry air.

Little deer? She hummed, gravelly and low.