“Would you like to wash?” I enquired, more to distract the faerie than anything else. “I don’t like the steam,” he complained, but he came closer to me anyway and dipped a hand in the water before leaping back again when the steam drifted his way. Feeling more than a little ridiculous, I cupped a handful of water and rinsed Snowbell’s hands—the two front feet—and paws—the two back ones. Then, using a curved leaf as a sort of bowl, I helped him wash his face. He swiped his hands over his ears a few times, like a cat, and then, to my astonishment and dismay, he hopped into my lap, curled himself
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How cute!
