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His fur is so soft, Susie thinks. Wrong thing to be focusing on, probably, but then, she has a knack for honing in on all the wrong things. When her eyes flutter blearily half open, Ralsei’s terrified face fills her line of sight.
“It’s okay,” he’s trying to reassure her, forcing a smile onto his features. It looks more like a grimace. “It’ll be okay.”
Sure. She tries for a grin. It probably also looks more like a grimace. But her head is light and the ground around her is damp.
He kisses her forehead, and she knows she’s safe.