[shortly after the sun goes down, Tabby's wandering on in from the blustery outdoors. She definitely isn't dressed for the cold however, and is conspicuously lacking the chilly red face. She is rubbing her arms at least, though that's mostly because spending that much time in the cold makes her dead flesh start to feel numb and stiff.]
--Hey, Sheepy! You're still here.
[for some reason, this surprises her a little. She kind of thought something would have eaten or murdered him by now. This is a pleasant surprise!]
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--Hey, Sheepy! You're still here.
[for some reason, this surprises her a little. She kind of thought something would have eaten or murdered him by now. This is a pleasant surprise!]