[ As Childermass speaks, Celandine uncurls herself and creeps closer to that extended hand, slowly, like she's still worried it'll be pulled away even if Childermass clearly isn't about to. Lambert is studiously looking away, like he can pretend his daemon isn't voicing the fears he can't bring himself to say. ]
Not about that. [ She says, finally, stopping a fingerspan from Childermass's hand, tail, drooping. ]
About ... everything. Are you... [ She pauses, searching for the words. ] Did we disappoint you?
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Not about that. [ She says, finally, stopping a fingerspan from Childermass's hand, tail, drooping. ]
About ... everything. Are you... [ She pauses, searching for the words. ] Did we disappoint you?