"Your feather's are soft," she whispered, closing her eyes a bit. She was comfortable, relaxed. It was so unusual a feeling that the girl felt very nearly drunk with it and her eyelids half-closed.
"Nothing bad will happen to Josh. We won't permit it. I will have lots of free time to protect him with...have your feathers always been so soft?"
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