[Perhaps, Aubrey, just perhaps -- it may be difficult to feel pain and despair over the world and the state of the people in it, when but a couple of minutes later, Venat descends towards the treehouse on the back of a massive Afghan hound. Venat, of course, would say the wonder in the world is not her atop Argos's back, but everything she sees from up there -- but that's Venat for you.]
[Argos lands gently by the tree, a respectful distance away, so that Venat can alight from him with the smooth grace of a practiced traveler. She leans in to murmur a few quick words to the hound, running her hand down his neck as she does, then straightens to approach Aubrey with a warm smile.]
[She suspects Aubrey needs something like a mother right now. All she has ever been is the goddess of a star, but she'll do her very best nonetheless.]
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[Argos lands gently by the tree, a respectful distance away, so that Venat can alight from him with the smooth grace of a practiced traveler. She leans in to murmur a few quick words to the hound, running her hand down his neck as she does, then straightens to approach Aubrey with a warm smile.]
[She suspects Aubrey needs something like a mother right now. All she has ever been is the goddess of a star, but she'll do her very best nonetheless.]