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She patted eir arm with a shaking paw. “Please do not apologize.” After dropping the cone of silence, she continued, “I should have…I should have learned from…I am sorry.”

May held out a paw once more, and this time True Name took it, letting herself be guided back to the nest of pillows, where she slumped down once more, expression glassy. “Too much,” she mumbled.

“Rest, my dear. It is okay,” May said quietly. “Do you want company?”

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After a moment’s silence, she shook her head. “No, I will…be fine. We will speak later.”

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“Could themself have peeped — And seen my Brain — go round —” After a shuddering breath, she shook her head. “I will…be fine. We will speak later.”

May nodded and crawled back over to where Ioan, nudging em to lay down so that she could tuck in against eir front. She remained tense, and when ey sent a gentle sensorium ping, she simply shook her head.

Tiredness eventually won them over, though, and, despite the room being mirrored from what ey was used to, the bed was the same, comfortable one ey’d slept in for the last century, the house held the same sense of ‘home’ as ever. May curled against eir front as she always did, and while it was strange seeing True Name just beyond her, it was still where ey belonged.

The last thing ey remembered before falling asleep was watching the way True Name had curled to face May, the two skunks holding each others’ paws, and thinking to emself, This isn’t how I pictured things winding up if I had somehow been able to fix them, but it could certainly be worse.

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“Of course, my dear,” May said, giving her paw a squeeze before letting go. “Go and walk. There will be time for discussions to come, especially once we are finished with this unpleasant political business.”