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[lissla_lissar]

She has food. There is a fur curing. She has clothing. She has a place.

She and Ash slip into the bar anyway, haunting the area near the lake door so that they can flee if they need to. Can leave if they need to. The white, white woman and the white, white dog simply take in the warmth.

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[lissla_lissar]

She takes a startled step back, like one the animal from whom her pelt came from might, and then says in a soft and low voice, "Thank you, yes."

[lissla_lissar]

She watches him, and accepts the cup without looking away. Males are dangerous creatures, and must be watched. Always. "Thank you."

[amazongeneral]

It's harsh and cold outside. Bleah.

Philippus looks up when she hears worn dog nails on the floor, and smiles in greeting.

[lissla_lissar]

She dips her head in a greeting as well, eyes flickering toward and away from the woman.

[amazongeneral]

She's just resting, calm and relaxed and warm. And a little sad. Yesterday was tense.

"Hello again. How have you been?" She doesn't remember a name for this face, but she does remember brief conversation. She also doesn't understand the wariness, but accepts it.

[lissla_lissar]

"Good morrow. Learning." She says quietly, "Mouse is teaching us to live in the snow."