K'ile leaned away from K'mih, eyeing the young woman. Then she turned and left, and K'ile just watched her go, frowing, for several moments before turning to K'iara. "Now what'd you have to talk to her like that for? You know it's not like you're piling on the children either. Not that I'd blame you with K'yohko around, but that could've been turned around on you pretty fast." He stepped forward and turned to her, trying to imitate her mocking tone, though he notably did not imitate the raggedness of her wounded throat. "Say, K'iara, you're of age. Think you'd like to have some of K'ile's kittens?"
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