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<p>Also spaced out through the house were various <em>objets d&rsquo;art</em> I recognized from Hanne&rsquo;s work. Dry Grass explained that both paintings and art were from her cocladists Motes and Warmth In Fire. &ldquo;My little ones,&rdquo; she called them, which fit well, given what I knew of Warmth In Fire.</p>
<p>She sounded proud of them, as a mother would of her children, which took me a minute to piece together. There were no shortage of family dynamics within the System — after all, old and young alike upload, and upload dates can be decades or centuries apart — though it was relatively rare that they were so strong within a clade where everyone was by necessity the same age. What guardianship we Marshans felt over Cress, the smallest among us, only barely seemed to scratch the surface of the depth of Dry Grasses feelings over And We Are The Motes In The Stage-Lights and Which Offers Heat And Warmth In Fire. We were protective of Cress, she was hanging artwork on her fridge door and walls.</p>
<p>Proud, yes, but the overriding exhaustion — physical and emotional — kept her expression muted and heavy, and she soon requested that we lay down as we had planned.</p>
<p>The bed up in the second-storey bedroom was already wide, but Cress and Tule pulled on either edge to stretch it out by another half meter or so while Dry Grass all put faceplanted onto the mattress. She elbow-crawled her way up until her head was at least resting on a pillow before letting out a muffled groan.</p>
<p>Cress and Tule followed after, moving as though they knew the parts they were to play. Dry Grass&rsquo;s pillow was quickly shifted up into Tule&rsquo;s lap while Cress settled beside her, rubbing on her shoulders. I knew from Tule&rsquo;s memories, still slotting their way in along with my own, that this was a somewhat regular occurrence.</p>
<p>I stood awkwardly by until Cress chuckled and gestured at the open space beside Tule up near the head of the bed. &ldquo;Just relax, Reed.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; Dry Grass mumbled. &ldquo;You do not need to do anything, there is no pressure. We are all just here to unwind, yes? Among friends, yes? I would like to think that this includes you, my dear.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Right,&rdquo; I said, forcing a chuckle of my own as I awkwardly clambered up onto the bed, leaning against the headboard and hugging my knees against my chest.</p>
<p>We sat in silence for a while other than the occasional small noise of contentment from Dry Grass.</p>
<p>&hellip;</p>
<p>The night with Cress, Tule, and Dry Grass was&hellip;comfortable. Whenever I tried to think of another word for it, nothing seemed to fit.</p>
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