Ciri soon has additional company, of course. Inessa soon follows, Garahel at her side. The mabari closes the gap first, letting out a soft whine of sympathy as he plops down and leans against her a little. The slight elven woman does the same, substituting the whine for a deep sigh as she settles in and forces herself to tune out everything else. They can be bitter and untrusting together, at least for the moment.
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