Fortunately, neither Anya or Pushok mind--Pushok licks contentedly at Beau's chin for a bit before settling in for a nap. Anya studied them for a moment with a sad sort of smile, then sighed quietly and retrieved her book from the bedside table and sat down on the floor next to Beau's head. "You can stay as long as you like," she told her, giving Beau's hair a quick pet much the same way Beau was petting Pushok before opening her book at the place the ribbon was tucked and settling in to read in companionable silence.
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