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[treading_dawn]

In one of the more shadowed corners of the bar something stirs, tawny-gold fur catching the light.

It is a Lion, head coming up off his forepaws, solemn golden eyes watching the patrons as they pass by.

Aslan has been here for quite some time.

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Quinn nods, gulping, pulling himself together as the air comes back to him. One of his hands may end up tangled in that mane; he doesn't know, he's not paying attention.



"Thank you," he says, when he has the use of words again.

[treading_dawn]

"You are always welcome."

Always.