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Matt hummed and finished eating, thanking Jamie once again and he rose to wash his hands, moving slowly but smoothly and using memory to get around, and once he was pleasantly clean and dry he listened in to the whole house, hummings and creakings, and shuddered at the cold plain room he faintly felt was a cage-room, and then stretched and made his way back, except as he went into the nest the soft muffled it all and he smacked his face directly into the nearest chair as he moved to sit.