[she doesn't struggle to hold the puppy when he attempts to control it, but it redoubles its efforts to thoroughly bathe his chin once he realizes whose shadow it is and picks it up. sophie isn't that far behind the puppy, and she smiles when he turns toward her. it only takes a moment for her to reach him and sit down on the grass, close but not quite touching him. sophie looks as exhausted and stretched-thin as anyone, but her smile is soft and fond, warming the sharpness of her features.]
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I'm glad you're back.