Chapter 16-3
A soft purring sound insinuated itself in her ears then. She squinted into the shadows beyond the cot. Her jaw lapsed into an incredulous ‛O’. For there was Lathwi, curled up on a fur, nearly invisible in her black mail. As Liselle stared at her, a delicate snore shivered past her lips. The loft began to buck and spin as in celebration. For a brief moment, Liselle was tempted to appropriate the empty cot, but then decided that it would take too much effort and passed out on the floor instead. G A sense of floating warmth permeated Liselle’s dreamless sleep. It was a delicious sensation, as luxurious as a satin quilt, but when she tried to burrow deeper into its folds, it turned suddenly aqueous and flooded her nose. Sputtering and coughing, she started awake. The sudden movement sent wa
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