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He wasn’t sure if what he said had upset his mistress so the collie remained silent the rest of their walk. There was plenty to see, and he tried to memorize the path from the palace to Lucretia’s den at the lake. He slowed as the pair of them came upon the healer’s den. Bourbon’s bright blue eyes looked it over, remembering her saying earlier that she had been staying within her sister’s quarters. Luce went on to tell him that he could sleep wherever he wished, and to take an alcove of his own.

He hadn’t missed the shift in her sleeping when he’d curled up near her, and he wondered if he might repeat the experience. She looked like she needed a long deep sleep. ”Raccoon?” Bourbon asked his mistress as he followed her inside and looked around the den trying to decide his preferred space. ”Where do you sleep, Lady Lucretia?” He asked quietly, again pushing the bounds of his personal questions.