<"Did you have something to eat?">
"Yes, Mamasita." The young charr on the cusp of thirteen glanced at her and then returned to prepping her gear for her fahrar drills.
<"Was it a filling meal?">
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<"Phaedra, will you have strength to hunt the next grasshopper, if you don't eat up the first one?">
Phaedra's whiskers perked with a chirping giggle. "I don't eat grasshoppers."
<"I just worry for you, mourning heart.">
Phaedra blinked back damp eyes, giving the motherly critter a weak smile. "Yes, I know."
<"Maybe bring some things you might like nibbling and I keep you company?">
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