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The tiny female disappeared inside the small object, actually managing to fit inside. Hadley could probably stick his shoulders in there, but there definitely wasn't enough room for him. He watched anxiously, the sounds of hammering coming from inside. Dixie bounded back out, hammer dropped to the ground. He awaited information on what would be next, only to be pulled into a hug, the end declared.
It was nice to know that their work was done. It was even nicer that the hug was brief, letting Hadley stop himself from freaking out over why she was touching him. Always the first thought was what they wanted from him, what they expected, what he was supposed to do. Hard to figure out when in a blind panic. He smiled as Dixie placed bedding in for the chickens. He rolled his shoulders, loosening the muscles that had been used. Hadley nodded his head at her offer, and turned to return to his room. Surely Isa would be awake now, waiting for his return. He shouldn't delay.