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[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta was listening to the sounds of her home. There was the general white noise of rustling flora; the occasional scrape of a wolf toenail against wood as Shenlong rearranged himself in his sleep, out on the porch; very far away the rhythmic lull of the ocean; and now, the newest addition to the soundscape, the very soft intermittent fuss and

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[dogbitesman]

"If Vimes had been afflicted with that silence, do you think anyone would have noticed?" William said as he entered, looking over his notes one last time before he tossed them on the table beside the door. He crossed to Maladicta, saying, "I think he'd have just glared at people the whole day, business as usual."

He absently leaned in, kissed her on the top of the head, then stopped as he was turning away and gave her a closer look. "Er... tough day? Olivia behaving?"

[dishabille_mal]

"She was fine," Maladicta said, not looking all the way over her shoulder to check, but glancing that way.

"Perfectly communicative but not screaming. I think she almost rolled over at one point. Terribly ambitious of her."

[dogbitesman]

"It's a little early for rolling over, isn't it?" William said, looking mildly concerned. He directed the look past Maladicta, as if expecting to see Olivia rolling off the bed in the background.

[dishabille_mal]

"Oh, she won't be managing it for quite some time," Maladicta said. Her gaze had settled vaguely off somewhere that wasn't, strictly speaking, in the room, again.

"Anything serious come of the island's silent treatment?"