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"Gloom likes to think he does! Want to keep them safe too, y'know? Like when it rained here all the time Gloom would make sure they didn't get wet. Humans don't do good if they get wet." There was a noise then, something that sounded almost like a giggle.

"It's okay! Y'are playing with Gloom, not everyone does!"

"Gloom doesn't know but thinks it's 'cause of what ya'll all did? It changed the other side but only made this place ... not rain then it started having, um," the shadow marten chittered, trying to think of the words, "normal weather? Gloom thinks that's right."

His tail swished as he rolled back over onto his paws, white eyes luminous and focused on Preacher. It probably should not have been surprising there was a very, very localized storm cloud right over her. Just a faint sprinkle (and maybe a little bit of lightning in the cloud).

"'Cause Gloom is shadows. Not everyone likes shadows and some don't have time to play. Y'all have important things to do, Gloom just- Gloom wants to help but also play."

"Whatever y'want! Gloom hasn't gotten to play in a while." He seemed very pleased at what Preacher before he was prancing just a little bit around her in eagerness.