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Sammy scrambled up the veranda and crept below the windows, keeping out of sight until he made it to Elizabeth's room. After carefully peeking up to make sure he didn't startle her, he gently rapt on the window until she looked up from her medical textbooks.
She was dressed in just a tank top and a pair of shorts, her massive, bushy hair pulled back and barely bound with a scrunchie. She got up, padded to the window, and stood back as he slid in, landing on all fours.
"You okay?" she asked. "How's the arm?"
"It's okay," he said. Elizabeth had removed the splint earlier that afternoon, and Sammy had gone for a long-overdue romp in the woods. He'd even managed to catch and eat a partridge, chomping down on it twice before swallowing it down whole. Both Night Sky and Elizabeth told him he shouldn't do that, but old habits die hard. He rocked back onto his hind feet, squatting and looking up at her.
"So what are you doing coming to my room at almost midnight?" Elizabeth was like a miniatur