[The dog just barks and keeps circling until Fern moves to pick him up. He starts squirming as Fern holds him over the candle and squeezes him a little, and like a tiny, fuzzy dragon the dog exhales a bit of fire, lighting the wick.
Then Fern sets him down, and he races over a pile of dirt to roll around in.]
It's just a side effect of being dead. Sleeping's rough.
[And he's also been kind of wrecked emotionally, there's that, too.
He shifts a little, opening his mouth, then pausing, then starting again.]
I, uh - [Nope, that isn't good.]
You -- [No, that won't work, either. At this point Fern is looking pretty frustrated with himself, so he just blurts out the first thing that comes into his head.]
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Then Fern sets him down, and he races over a pile of dirt to roll around in.]
It's just a side effect of being dead. Sleeping's rough.
[And he's also been kind of wrecked emotionally, there's that, too.
He shifts a little, opening his mouth, then pausing, then starting again.]
I, uh - [Nope, that isn't good.]
You -- [No, that won't work, either. At this point Fern is looking pretty frustrated with himself, so he just blurts out the first thing that comes into his head.]
- Maul said you were afraid.
[Nailed it.]