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It had been almost a full day since I brought Aileen back to my lair. She had fallen dead asleep on the way back through the forest, exhausted by the stressful events of the night. The girl was now sleeping peacefully in a nest of pine needles and twigs. Her formerly sickly pale skin now replaced with healthy porcelain and adorned with more freckles than I had seen the night before. Her hair was somehow more of a mess than yesterday, and looked as if a gremlin had taken refuge. She was bathed in Spring's light, but still curled to keep warm. I watched from my part of the loch, bored of this dreadful stillness. Sadly, I could do nothing to ea