[She clings and clings, still disoriented, it seems impossible that everything happened and she missed it, impossible that they are still fractured, chasing the lost. She is still chasing the lost. She breathes, the not-quite human feline clean of him, lets the warmth press into her bones, until her calves start to ache where she's on tiptoe just a bit, and then a little longer than that.]
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