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Asta was frantic, dragging Prim along by her wrist instead of the other way around as it had been since she arrived in Lyko.
"Calm down, damn," Prim grumbled at the doe, her mate walking casually behind them, grinning impishly at her sudden misfortune. "I know you're fast but we'll get there without running."
Asta knew it was true enough, but with that thought put into her head, she indeed did release her grip on Prims arm, but turned and shifted, looking back once at the pair behind her before she bounded down the path.
"She doesn't even know where she's going," Prim growled to Keshel.
"Yeah, she does," he answered. "She just has to give in and follow her instincts. You know that."
Prim snorted as the raven put his arm around her, pulling her into him sideways. She let herself lean into him. Prim was not one for public displays of affection in any sort, but nobody was here.
