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mireille snorted a bit, kicked a rock into the shallows. "t'anks. but so far it has been chasin' puppies an' my brot'ers. well. dat be a lie. my da an' his wife, dey came to me for advice. i t'ink dey might leave." a second kick. "an' i mucked it up." another little stone. 
"but at least i have chacal." mireille's grin was mischievous, but soon faded, for she had not missed the change in heda's face. "are you happy here? i have to assume so, else you would not have been stayin' so long."
the emerald eyes moved to the alabaster face. "have you seen druid since all of it?"