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He was at easy around her, which effectually put her at ease. It didn’t seem that she would have to fight or prove herself much in this situation—of this she was especially grateful given how immensely tired she was. Her eyes flittered kindly as Conor introduced himself, and she inclined her sharp muzzle cordially. It’s a pleasure, Conor of Dahlia de Mai, she recited with a bit of a sing-song ring in her airy voice. Krishna smiled.
Conor was kind enough to ask her if she needed something, rather than brusquely jump into harsh interrogation as she had witnessed before. Hm, can you tell me about Dahlia de Mai, Conor? I may very-well be interested in a place to call home… It was sad when someone as young as her had no place to call there own—she didn’t expect the earth and copper male to understand, but in his eyes she saw kindness.
Perhaps he would pity the small fool.
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