It is night, and all is silent. Shoals of fish playing at the bottom of the Black Lake glide past the floor-to-ceiling windows.
After feeding Galleon and One-Tooth, Allie's distracted gaze inadvertently falls upon Pansy's bed, where the quilt has somehow been kicked off slightly.
With a helpless, gentle sigh, Allie steps forward, pulls the quilt up, and tucks it carefully around Pansy, then pats her gently to soothe her.
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