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 <p>Ioan could at least understand the worries about heading into the unknown. The same feeling had been dogging em since after eir meeting with Jonas, since ey&rsquo;d seen that cool look on his face when ey&rsquo;d apparently preempted so much of the upcoming meeting&rsquo;s discussion. One minute, that felt like a good thing &mdash; perhaps they would make it through essentially unscathed &mdash; and the next ey&rsquo;d worry that ey&rsquo;d made a complete mistake, that ey&rsquo;d somehow tipped their hand by letting Jonas know just how predictable he was.</p>
 <p>Neither True Name nor May could say one way or another when ey&rsquo;d voiced eir concerns with them.</p>
 <p>The whole day had been scattered for them. May spent much of it glued to eir side as ey did eir best to organize eir notes for the upcoming meeting in eir head. She couldn&rsquo;t seem to pin herself down to one set of feelings, first laughing and joking about beating Zacharias up, then burying her face against eir shoulder and refusing to speak, ears laid flat.</p>
-<p>For her part, True Name couldn&rsquo;t seem to stay pinned to any one of her three &lsquo;minds&rsquo; as she had come to call them. </p>
+<p>For her part, True Name couldn&rsquo;t seem to stay pinned to any one of her three &lsquo;minds&rsquo; as she had come to call them.</p>
+<p>Ey was getting more adept at spotting them in her features. There was a bright attentiveness when that of True Name &mdash; the old True Name &mdash; in her came to the fore. Her expression would become attentive, defaulting to a slight smile and eyebrows (such as they were on a skunk&rsquo;s features) just slightly raised. When that of End Waking showed itself in her, she&rsquo;d keep her eyes half-lidded, and her gaze was far more attuned to any movement. The rest of her own movements would still, as well. She would walk quieter, more gracefully. She would speak less.</p>
+<p>And when that of May came to the fore, that was when ey was at eir most confused.</p>
+<p>Ey had had no idea how to feel about her back when she was just True Name. Had ey really been so hesitant to call her a friend? Memories tattled on em, there: ey&rsquo;d shied away from the term, or qualified it every time it arose. That had only loosened up when her life was at risk, when she&rsquo;d been forced to move in with them, and ey&rsquo;d been forced in turn to acknowledge that her words, <em>I suppose it is just nice to have a friend</em>, had stuck with em more than ey&rsquo;d cared to admit. The rest of that conversation had been full of equivocations, clarifications, delineations, and all those habits of guardedness from two decades of wariness over anything that smelt of manipulation had tried to assert themselves over em once more.</p>
+<p>But no, there was something about the Ode clade that just happened to click with the Bălan clade, no matter what form or name they took, that just fell directly into friendship. It was the way they spoke, perhaps. Those complete sentences that left em uncoiling parts of emself ey hadn&rsquo;t known were coiled in the first place.</p>
+<p>Ey didn&rsquo;t know what it was that they saw in em in turn. There was the unspoken matter of the pronouns of the owner of the Name, and, as May had once whispered to em late one night, eir tendency to lean on rumination, on quietness and exactitude, that reminded her of someone she refused to name. Were they so alike, em and whoever had touched Michelle Hadje so long ago? Ey had no clue how to ask such a thing of them.</p>
+<p>All ey knew is that, </p>
 <p>((&hellip;))</p>
 <p>In the most stunning display of forking ey&rsquo;d ever seen, True Name began to change.</p>
 <p>Ioan had seen eir share of Dear&rsquo;s exhibitions, not to mention those of other instance artists the fox had introduced em to along the way, and the forking involved in all of them had been perfect. They were well rehearsed dances of duplication that told a story.</p>