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nala slipped somewhere comfortable, between sleep and waking. she had listened to the rhythm of tavina's heart for some time.

then the doctor was stirring, all at once.

finally prepared to bring the man into their corridor.

she practically fumbled over herself, attempting to sit upright alongside tavina. she preened the out of place tufts on her sides and chest.

call him, call him. she encouraged, half asleep still but attempting to hold herself awake long enough.

do I look okay?

asked before he may come into their home.