Death is saving me

The rattle of bars stopped her in her tracks and she froze, muscles tensing when Resin spoke. Her Resin. Her voice. It slammed her hard in her chest and for just a beat of time she stopped, staring wide eyed at the stairs in front of her. She spun around to look at her mate, her ears falling back against her head uncertainly. What if she turned back to the feral ghost she had been as soon as they opened the door? What if it was a trick, a momentary slip just to make her seem like herself? She knew that in her current, emaciated, frail state, she knew that Sirius would be able to stop her fairly easily so she felt more confident about it with him here, but did she risk doing that to him either?

But there was also the pressure to make a decision quickly, knowing that Ulric was up there seemingly in danger and needing help. Perhaps... Perhaps if she let Resin out she wouldn't have to die in this cell. Maybe she could go out in glory the way she deserved. The thought choked her, but she pushed forward anyway, hurrying to grab the metal bar that Lúta would use with Raga to pry the piece of metal wrapped around the handles apart. She shoved the bar through the small gap in the bent metal before looking at Sirius with a pained, but determined look. "Help me," she said simply before she starting pushing and prying at the lock, her heart hammering in her chest.


















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