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She was having the dream again, the one that had been plaguing her for the last couple of weeks. It was almost like his hands were on her again, striking against her fur; sometimes when she woke up she could still feel a light ache in her ribs. Pilot had done a very good job of stitching up her sides, but they had only just healed to the point where they didn't hurt when she layed on them. And she had no other option but to lay on her side. It was too uncomfortable to lay on her back or on her stomach.
But this time she was sure she'd felt something. Her eyes snapped open, fur standing on end as she cast her gaze around the immediate area, searching for the red male. There was something unfamiliar about the room she was in, and it took a moment for everything to come back to her. She wasn't downstairs, where she usually slept, and Conri wasn't there. He wasn't coming back. As she realized this her fur flattened. What was Odebeh chattering about? Bouncing? She'd never heard of such a thing, jumping on beds. She'd jumped off a couch once in Citta Umana, back in the old lands, and had almost rebroken her leg...but that was the closest.
"I'm awake, I'm awake..." She mumbled, stretching her legs out both in front of and behind her. His movements didn't jar the bed too much, as Naniko outweighed him by more than a few pounds, but they'd certainly woken her up. Last night he'd been tired, she supposed, and now he was a little more rested. More energetic. "Don't go too high or you'll fly off" She stated, beginning to rise. It wasn't very far to the floor, and she stepped down off of the cushy bed with no difficulty. "You hungry?" She was even a little bit hungry...she'd be able to show him where the food cache was, in the basement.
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