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She is squirming.

(But in a snuggly way.)
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Lycaelon hugs her.
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Hugs.

And a swift little kiss.
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Awwww!

How about another one, then?
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Okay.

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Awwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Kisses.
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Kisses.

She missed kisses. She misses her beloved too - but kisses are nice elsewise.
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Kisses are very, very nice!

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Yes. Kisses.

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Many snuggly kisses.

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She would never be able to do this if she couldn't feel her beloved's unreserved approval in the back of her mind; it would feel like a betrayal of the soul-sympathy whatever he said, but she can feel it, and knows it's all right.

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He thinks it's wonderful. He would snuggle them both if he could.

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She loves her beloved so.

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He loves her too. He is glad she can have kisses.

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It is not much time later that Isibel elects to spend the hex from her supply minting Lycaelon. (It's not, really, that small a supply - the only trouble is she has no idea how long it will need to last her. Even if he can make no sustained hex output he can probably at least replace the one it took to mint him.)

"Moving pain across your mind should make sense now," she tells him, when she's done it.
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He bites his lip experimentally.

"Strange," he says, examining the resulting triangle. It's mostly black, with a soft buttony shine, and has thin white lines radiating from the hole in the center out to each of its points.
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"It is," Isibel agrees.

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"Well, all right."

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"Now you and I are the only two mints in the world."

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"Guess so."

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"My beloved and his alts have invented a more - sophisticated version of the agony beam. I have not upgraded, due to a need to conserve coins and because I had nothing to use it for anyway, but it does work reflexively, if you find that it would be useful."

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"Yeah, that does sound handy. I can replace the coins you're using now, too," he offers. "And then go make some more."

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Isibel nods, and takes another hex out of her sorter and lets out a sigh and spends it.

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"Interesting," says Lycaelon.

He makes a pentagon. Then several more pentagons. Then a small pile of hexes, with a slight thoughtful frown but no other sign of pain.
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"You are much calmer than I would be," she murmurs.

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