Twist watched as those around her fell. For some it was controlled, looking like nothing more than a Kine going to sleep on a bed. Others, less so. Nothing dramatic of course but the slumping mid-step was definitely not simply "going to bed".
She felt the pull herself. But she resisted. And she herself likely could not say if it was out of pride or mistrust.
But either way, it left her to help tidy things up for the evening. Pushing away from where she stood, she moved toward where Dirt Nap was.
There was a kindred to stake and chain after all.
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