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... arms crossed, watching her daughter arrange herself on the floor like a small, stubborn bird building a nest. Zhen had dragged every spare fur she could find across the room, her own sleeping mat, two extra blankets from the storage chest, even the cushion Yàn Shū used for his bad back.
She piled them next to the jaguar cub. Then she sat down. Then she stood up, adjusted everything two inches to the left, and sat down again.
"Are you comfortable?" Bai Yue asked dryly.
"No ...
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