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 <p>Some dark look must have crossed eir face at which the director had shaken her head and hugged em. &ldquo;Do not worry about that, Ioan. There is no death in her. I am sorry that there are no easy ways to explain it, but I promise that what I expect she is feeling is separate from what our cocladists felt.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>When presented with this along with eir anxious expression, the skunk had laughed and tousled eir hair. &ldquo;She is right, my dear. It feels uncomfortable at best, bad at worst, but only ever bad. I am simply a bit crashy after a little too much all at once.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>So for the last few days, they&rsquo;d strategize in the mornings and then do what they could in the evenings. Scenes in plays were reworked, dinner menus shifted towards comfort foods, temperatures and weather adjusted. Ey&rsquo;d even tried reading aloud to her, her with her head parked on eir chest and em with a book held above them. This had gone over well, and ey had that on the menu for later in the evening after dinner.</p>
+<p>Before, however, they still needed to meet with Sarah.</p>
 <p>Sarah Genet gets in touch. May is feeling rough, so she mostly talks with Ioan, who talks with May after, feeling better.</p>
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