[ How strange; maybe it's a reflection of the times, that people've become so frank. But whatever the circumstances, his Master looks considerably more heartened than she did when she first came up onto the roof, and that's enough for him, at this point in time.
Silent, he listens to her sing a few bars of her song, staying outside because she hasn't dismissed him. It's not unpleasant, and the night sky is cloudless: a good night. ]
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Silent, he listens to her sing a few bars of her song, staying outside because she hasn't dismissed him. It's not unpleasant, and the night sky is cloudless: a good night. ]