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Eventually, Fennec would learn to laugh at and embrace jokes like the one he had made unintentionally.  In fact, she would crack them herself often and with a dark humor that bordered cynicism.  Right now, though, it went completely over her head.  She began to walk, but Fig didn't follow closely enough because she felt her side leave his.  When that happened, she froze and tensed.

Now here she had a choice.  She could give in to pride and leave or she could do the opposite, and it only took her a second to decide.  There was barely a choice to make.  If anyone was going to help, it was going to be him.  It's too dark, she said quietly, turning her head to where she heard Fig's voice coming from.

Someday soon she'd learn to use her ears to compensate, but right now it was too much.  Maybe it would have been better if she'd never had sight at all, because to have it and to have it taken away meant that she had adjustments now to make.  Adjustments that could have come naturally had she never known what she was missing.