[Elvis and Solace, starved of human contact and affection in their younger years and now buttressed by Iris' confidence behind them, surge forward, wriggling and whining with almost uncontainable pleasure in their newest friend. Iris looks on, softly smiling, leaning on the hallway bulkhead.]
They like you.
[There's a now-unhappened timeline where a young girl was butchered like a rabbit and the smiling dogs she loves ate her. Iris wonders if Blaire Roche in her returned future will grow up anything like Abigail; the symmetry of dogs and girls pleases her enormously.]
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They like you.
[There's a now-unhappened timeline where a young girl was butchered like a rabbit and the smiling dogs she loves ate her. Iris wonders if Blaire Roche in her returned future will grow up anything like Abigail; the symmetry of dogs and girls pleases her enormously.]
You seem better. I'm glad.