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It was not like her to go out of her way to help someone else out. Yin tended to be cold and selfish, uncaring of others who were not her brother and not in the least bit generous to offer any type of assistance. But in Klypso she had found a spark of goodness, a spark of something better than herself, that she thought worth protecting, similar to Yang and his unfailing optimism and endless patience. She had found another like him, completely by accident, and though she had learned to live alone she felt as if she was reverting back to old days, days when she still had someone to care for, someone who cared for her. And it was turning out to be easier than she thought.

He was happy; she might not have been able to see plainly his bright smile but she felt his tail wag and hit the ground, knew that her gesture had not gone unnoticed. He turned to look her way, his happiness within his bright gold eyes, and thanked her. She nodded her head and watched as he rested his on the ground, looking comfortable where he lay and no longer could she spy any noticable hints of cold. Good. Maybe he would need to start doing something aside from fishing since the waters this far north tended to be quite a bit chillier than those he had been around before.

She settled her chin across his shoulder and relaxed, content to stay that way a bit longer, but Klypso spoke. His question was nosy according to her, and though a part of her was eager to tell him to mind his own business she did not. Instead she made herself answer calmly, simply, "I don't need help. I can take care of myself. No matter what you may think." Or so she liked to think. She did not admit to herself Thst these arrangements were more preferable, that they added a new sort of purpose in her life that she had been missing with Yang's absence. She had always been a strong, resilient figure. She did not want to fix up that image.