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 Something turned slightly less gloomy in Giya's posture. "Sit with us, then, please". She half-rose in order to take a rolled-up cloth from the ragged pile that formed most of Djayu's makeshift nest, and spread it to cover a patch of ground. Despite all, that piece of cloth was in surprisingly good shape, and certainly the best-looking of the pile, having once been embroidered with the white and yellow pinpricks of the blooming tundra, and with cross-shaped pelagorns soaring across the glassy sky. There was something sacrilegous in stepping over that object and mashing it under one's crusty boots into the dirt, and yet that is precisely was she was expected to do.
+**pinkgothic**:
+And so she sat, doing a decent job at hiding how uncomfortable it made her. Giya had sacrificed plenty of things to help her and to come with her now; surely Kukri could bear these moments, in turn. At least that's how she considered it. She tucked her arms under her body, dipping her muzzle in a polite gesture of thanks.
+**Concavenator**:
+For some time it was peaceful, even pleasant, the kind of drowsy warmth one finds in a nest, even if it belongs to strangers. Old Djayu was not a poor host, in his way. Giya drew near to Kukri and for an instant seemed about to poke her with her snout as one would a nestling, though she changed her mind at once.
+A voice rang out, in the trampled square just beyond the curtains. "Oi! Philosopher! Time to go!" The people in the nest were run through by a current as they were jerked back to consciousness.
+**pinkgothic**:
+The voice startled Kukri - by her understanding, there was still some time, if certainly not an excess of it. Was it even the person she had chartered that was calling for her? It seemed strange that the woman would look for Kukri when she owed her no such courtesy. She rose at once, pushing her head out past the drapes to satisfy her flustered curiosity.
+**Concavenator**:
+It was not. The person in question was somewhat younger and leaner, wrapped into a flapping dark cloak and a broad-brimmed hat. "Quick, you!" she shouted, though not so loud that she'd be heard across the street. "The sled's about to go! Come, take your stuff, or we'll leave you here!" Then, with no further explanation, she turned around, cloak and brim pressed against her snout, and strode off through the alley.
+**pinkgothic**:
+Oh - an associate of the sled driver, then. Kukri whipped her own head back around to glance toward Giya. "Giya, it's time to go," she said, as gently as the abruptness of it allowed.
+**Concavenator**:
+Giya leapt up to her feet, twitched as if to shake torpor off herself, and jumped out onto the cold floor. She made a couple steps toward Kukri and the open space, tilted her head toward Djayu and looked at him in silence for several heartbeats, still walking, more slowly but surely, away from the nest. And in a moment they were both out, in the dim flickering lamplight, staring at a cloaked figure that almost disappeared in the distance.
+**pinkgothic**:
+As a last gesture to the family she was rending apart, Kukri said: "Thank you for your hospitality. May 'Au'a shine upon you." Said, she took to limping out of the abode and after the cloaked woman at the fastest possible pace - which, to be quite fair to her, was a decent one, if not necessarily sustainable for more than a kilometre. There was nothing broken, after all, it was just tender, and she could override her discomfort by power of will.
+**Concavenator**:
+Djayu had already vanished behind the drapes, but Kukri heard him reply: "And upon you, madam. Thanks". And then he added with a strained voice something in the local dialect, which included Giya's name.
+Giya pursued Kukri in silence, helding her speed even with her companion's. For a while, there was no sound except the crinkle of snow underfoot, the whistle of rushing air, and increasingly heavy breathing. Several times the stranger disappeared behind a corner or a crowd only to reappear heartbeats later. Finally the travelers caught up with her.