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The last straggler has been reunited with her family. c':
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Tangarao comes up to his spouse's grave, and lays down a wedge of fine cheese with some especially fragrant, pretty flowers. Rest in Peace, he says, then looks to their egg with hope.
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I can't take care of you if you're sleeping! Why are you sleeping?
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Snaff stops by to help raise Ashcorp's spirits, with no regards as to how long she has left. He believes that no Creatchi should spend their last days unhappy.
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Oh no! Poor little lady. I'll socialize as soon as I am able to.
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I was finally able to socialize them today, but poor Ashcorp is pretty lonely still - I'd suggest you socialize her with her current other friends if possible.
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Under the assumption being sick makes you unable to be socialized I've taken her to the doctor. She's all better now.
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Aww! She is sad... 
She is a very pretty purple nornchi!
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Noooo...
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D:
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