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<p>Dry Grass was the first to break the silence, mumbling. &ldquo;In The Wind.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;What was that, love?&rdquo; Tule asked, brushing fingers through her hair.</p>
<p>&ldquo;That was my up-tree instance. In The Wind.&rdquo; She laughed, choked and hoarse. &ldquo;I remember the rattle of dry grass in the wind. I picked that up from Louie. Eir clade did much the same. I thought I was <em>so clever.</em>&ldquo;</p>
<p>Tule, more flexible than I, bent down and kissed her on the cheek. Cress gave her own kiss after. Both of them glanced briefly at me, looking a little sheepish.</p>
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<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>
<p>Tule, more flexible than I, bent down and kissed her on the cheek. Cress gave her own kiss after. Both of them glanced briefly at me, looking a little sheepish. I couldn&rsquo;t quite piece together the reason for their looks until I pieced together their confusion — our confusion, since I shared in it — of how I must feel about her.</p>
<p>The compulsion to echo that gesture was certainly there, too. I knew from countless memories the softness of her skin against my lips, I knew what even the briefest touch would mean to her as she worked to process her own loss. </p>
<p>I also knew her only as a friend, only as Dry Grass of the Ode clade, only Cress and Tule&rsquo;s partner, with whom I had shared only a few dinners.</p>
<p>Thinking rapidly, I opted for a middle ground of squeezing gently on her shoulder. This gained me a rather relaxed-sounding sigh from Dry Grass, and a pleased smile from both Cress and Tule. Dry Grass shrugged my hand off of her shoulder to instead take it in her own, holding gently.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Can you tell us about her?&rdquo; I asked.</p>
<p>After a long moment&rsquo;s pause, she nodded. &ldquo;She was the part of me who remained a systech. After I burnt out</p>
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