<div style="text-align: justify;">Mari smiled as Dumas purred. It felt so good to please him, to make him happy. Mari's tender heart filled with joy at seeing that things were falling back in place. He was happy, she was happy, and everything seemed okay. The bruises would disappear soon, and Mari knew it had not been Dumas' fault. Neither had it been hers. It had been her other side's fault. And she was willing to get rid of the other one, whatever it took. She had the reasons and the support to do it now.<br/><br/>Mari smiled again when Dumas said there wasn't anyone he would rather wake up and see. Her natural sensitivity to other people's feelings made her notice that something inside Dumas didn't agree with his words. It wasn't that he was lying. It was as though he was torn. And Mari could understand, more than anyone, being torn apart.<br/><br/>When Dumas sat up, Mari yawned and sat up as well, sliding behind him and wrapped her arms around Dumas' torso. Her head rested on his back, feeling the soft vibration there as he spoke. "I could eat something. I guess she didn't have anything", Mari conceded, allowing Dumas to take care of her, at least for the time being. His words about talking made her sigh. Mari could feel that she would not like what there was still to be said, but it was for the best that she knew everything. "No, honey. Chesh only told me about the events between us." The Bunny Girl sighed softly. "I suppose I won't like whatever you have to tell me. But still, I want to hear it."</div>