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The dichotomy of it all: as Bhediya tensed, Pygmalion relaxed. He took her into his embrace, eyes fluttering shut. It's all right. I promise I'll keep ye safe, he whispered, breath stirring her wavy pelt. His shoulders sagged in relief. She was home; she was alive and well. She was with him.

What else mattered, truly?

He placed a soft kiss on her nape and then backed away, smiling. Sorry again for bein' such a brute, he said sheepishly. I do hope yer trip went well, then. He wondered where she had gone, what all she had seen. (Who she had met.)