[ In her sorrow, she seems very young, very small. Armand's jaw tightens briefly with the desire to pull the bars of her cage down out of the stone and take her and Louis away with him, the leader and protector of their strange and fractured coven. Instead, he lifts his hand to his mouth and bites his thumb until the flesh tears and blood starts to run from it.
He extends his hand through the bars to Lauralae, dripping a little onto the floor of the cell. ]
Here, my child. Take my strength for your own, so that we might both survive this.
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He extends his hand through the bars to Lauralae, dripping a little onto the floor of the cell. ]
Here, my child. Take my strength for your own, so that we might both survive this.