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[called_lioness]

She's brushed Corella more than is strictly necessary, and spoiled her yet again with an apple, and even taken her out for a bit.

(Lucy likes riding bareback, and she thinks Corella would hate a saddle. If you asked her why, she'd have no good answer for you, but she still thinks it's true.)

And now she's just laying on some hay, because it's rather nice in the stables, familiar, and it's not a bad place to be alone with your thoughts.

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[called_lioness]

Lucy lets out a slow breath as she flops back on the hay, staring at the ceiling.

"Goodnight, Edmund," softly, even if she doubts he can hear her.