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Ingress lies back against Megwyn as they rest in meadow adjoining Ingress' room in London Below. They've been for a nice run, as they do most sunny days.

As Ingress watches the clouds pass by in a time past in a London no longer in existence, she twines her fingers through her Companion's mane and sighs.

::I'm so happy, Megwyn.:: She sends the thought with a bright blue wave of contentment.

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::I'm glad, Chosen.::

Megwyn whickers softly, and turns her head to lip at Ingress's hair.