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Leesil's hand, and he lost his grip on the trousers, as well. His amber eyes widened, and Wynn's cheeks
flushed as all thought scurried from her mind.
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Leesil stood before her, stark naked.

"Oh..., " Wynn stammered. "Oh... "

The door recoiled from the wall and struck her shoulder, and Wynn stumbled back into the opening. A
low grunt made her glance down long enough to see Chap standing beside her. A few burrs and twigs
stuck in the dog's long silver-gray fur, and his crystalline eyes widened as he looked into the room.

Wynn lifted her head again, and embarrassment overwhelmed all good sense.

"Forgetful gods, Wynn!" Magiere snapped, still clutching the blanket as she stood up. "With all that
learning, didn't those sages teach you to knock?"

With a sudden inhalation, Wynn slapped her hands over her eyes at the sight of an exposed Leesil and
an incensed Magiere heading straight for her. In less time than it took to announce her presence, she had
lost the good graces of everyone she intended to join on the coming journey. How much worse could this
possibly become?

"Get out!" Magiere snarled.

Wynn fumbled for the doorframe, too mortified to open her eyes. Two large paws thumped against her
rear, and she stumbled into hallway. She heard the door slam shut behind her as she caught herself on the
passage's far wall.

When she turned about to peek between her fingers, Chap sat before the closed door. His translucent
blue eyes were filled with something akin to an elder's disappointment. Wynn slid down the wall to slump
upon the floor.

"You should have warned me, " she said.

Chap cocked his head, unblinking. His expression was too much like that of an old master sage waiting
for a slow pupil to see the obvious answer to a stupid question.

Wynn stared back at the closed door. "Oh, my, " she groaned.

Chap grunted and licked his nose.

"Oh, be quiet, " Wynn snapped.

ILeesil belted on his breeches and pulled his shirt over his head. "Well, now neither of us has any secrets
from Wynn. "

"You knew she was coming, " Magiere said in the same biting tone she'd used on Wynn.