[An animal's affection is much less complicated than that of a person. Even when they're as big as cottage. Lydia suddenly misses Prada's presence, but she subverts it into the attention she gives to Naga. There's petting, and scritching under the ears, and if Naga hunkers down low enough, behind the ears, too.] I wish I knew your name. And who you belong to!
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