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"There you are, Samuel," Rowena scolded- softly. Little ears were sensitive.
She scooped the hunter up in one hand before he could flee. It was easy to pretend not to hear any protest.
"I know you're frustrated with our... lack of progress, but don't wander. Poor wee thing."
Scaling the table was a feat for her doll-sized dear, though he wouldn't be doing much research until he learned how to heave the heavy tomes open.
It would do him no good. She smiled and tucked him against her bosom.
The book containing the counter-spell was on a very high shelf.