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Alessio grasped Nithel’s, and the man’s eyes widened in a bit of shock. But when Alessio leaned against him, arm wrapped tightly over his shoulder, tears again filled Nithel’s eyes. He released Leana and put both arms around Alessio, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Leana pressed her lips together, watching them. She swallowed hard, and pulled in a shaky breath, looking back at Nathair. Are you okay? 

Arsene skipped over and Leana smiled through her sorrow… until she heard Arsene’s next words.  “You know something, Old Snake, whenever you talk, you sound like a fellow non-human, who’d like nothing more than to watch the world burn.”

Leana hands fisted at her sides. He doesn’t like being called ‘snake’… Why does everyone do that? Even my father? Use against him something he didn’t even have a choice in..? Leana lowers her eyes, just a moment.

“Strange, whenever you talk, you sound like a unadulterated idiocy.” Nathair returned, like sarcastic remarks were just stating the obvious truth. “Now, it might be a good idea to get moving before some new monstrosity comes to try and kill us, mm?”

Leana again almost smiled, but the ache in her chest made it hard. She looked at his face, then his arm. You still have glass in you. In your feet, too. Leana took a step toward him, and felt Nithel’s hand touch her arm. She turned, red hair sliding over her shoulder. “It’s fine, Papa.”

Nithel pressed his lips together, but let her go, looking at Nathair… thinking. One arm still tightly around Alessio.

“While you all decide where exactly we’re going, may I finish? Maybe my pack’s around here. There’s some antiseptic, and bandages. Needle and thread, too, if your cuts are deep enough.” What can I call you? Besides Nathair? Those were the two questions she wanted to ask, above all else, but business first. She started trying to think of a name.

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