[Di sighs and picks up her book, thumbing through it to a page close to the back - the writing and drawings on it are faded though, having been done a long time ago.
And she starts reading, the story of a tiny wriggler and her great strong purrbeast lusus, something she'd put together from half-forgotten memories and remembrances. A little bit of an offering of herself to show him trust.]
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And she starts reading, the story of a tiny wriggler and her great strong purrbeast lusus, something she'd put together from half-forgotten memories and remembrances. A little bit of an offering of herself to show him trust.]