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Iron Feather sat in front of the old TV, watching… some old cartoon. Lotus couldn't make it out. Whatever it was didn't interest him much, because his head snapped around, settling on her. He trotted over, scooping something off the sofa beside him as he went.

"Lotus. Feeling better today?"

She forced a smile. "Are you? Your wing?"
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