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This is Erichthonios. Apologies for not being available at the moment. Pray leave a message, and I shall respond to your communication as soon as I receive it.

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[Though his steps are shaky, Erichthonios eagerly draws forward and into the water, nuzzling the top of Themis' head affectionately whence their bodies meet once more.]

Pray allow me to wash yours, too.