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[She lets him retreat, but she does slap her front paws down in front of her, leaning forward, her tail high and wagging. It's a game, at least a little, to see how far he'll retreat before just fessing up. It's the same game James plays. Shylah scolds him for it, loftily ignoring the blatant hypocrisy. She circles around Vesper and Easter, coming to a stop on her other side, still amused.

James, for his part, looks momentarily affronted - then just a touch flabbergasted.]

Those idiots thought I was dead? [The bandages don't really make them look like idiots, but still he huffs, practically outraged.] That's absurd. One little avalanche, honestly...