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Thatcher arrived at the house, still holding Nike close to himself. It was nice in his opinion. Better than all of those nasty hotels they had been staying in in the past years. “I don’t need sleep. Nike can have the empty room and I’ll stay there with her,” he replied.
At the offer of a sandwich, Thatcher turned his head to look at Nike with a questioning expression. Nike nodded her head and he looked back at Zephyr. “Nike would like one. I will politely decline that offer, though.”