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ill!

already tall bat-like ears perked up at once. rigid in their height now. nala had been all but prepared to whisk away the girl to tavina's space, but it seemed there were possibly harsher manners at hand.

i have heard nothing of him being sick. nala cautiously took a step forward, another one. she wondered just how much nazli might let her be a source of comfort! they hardly knew each other beyond manners of work, but nala was not blind to the way tavina cared for the girl.

how do you feel, specifically?