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The showers are thankfully empty when Robb and Duo stagger in, still pressed against each other, clothes in disarray and the process of being shed. Robb had caught a glimpse out the corner of his eye of Annagovia chewing on Grey Wind's tail, but he's not noticing now--not really noticing anything beyond the soft press of Duo's skin and the scent and swing of his hair.