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He sank nearby. She did not so much as eye him, but the feeling remained, and she tended the rabbit's head a few more times before reluctantly settling it to the earth and standing.

Indra gave one cursory glimpse towards him as if suspicious he might disturb her new and favored thing; but she did not let the sentiment linger long. All things would be taken, she had learned early on. Attachments only led to pain, in the end.

As she departed, sulking more than before, she tried to keep that in mind.

The trail he had left was obvious enough to her now: she had traveled with him for weeks and thought herself accomplished enough to track him, to see his tells, and such things. She would go on to roam further and further, leaving the man with the rounding ribs and the precious rabbit's head.