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He had her word, and that seemed enough. Of all the sirens, Whip felt Galateia was the least likely to lead him astray. She practically exuded kindness; a brightly shining beacon in a dark, dark place. In some ways, she reminded him of his sister, particularly when it came to her selfless nature. Whip someday hoped that he could be like her -- to somehow be stable enough with himself that he could devote his time to others selflessly. That day would likely never come, but he was hopeful.

He reached out, plucking a single leaf gingerly with his teeth as directed. For a moment, he sat with it in his mouth, unsure of what to do next. So, he sat the leaf down by his forepaws and asked, "Do I chew it, or...?" What now?