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Harlow's panted words broke Viviane's heart and she swallowed hard, no longer able to hold back her own tears. How fucking cruel was the world that she had found her niece again only to watch her die from something Viviane for all her new education could do nothing to stop? And caught flatfooted without even anything to stop the pain with - what kind of a healer would she ever be if she didn't even have that with her? She was choking on the helplessness and blame, but she couldn't burden Harlow with that. "It's ok, Harlow," she said gently, kissing the young woman softly on the top of her head. Harlow hadn't made it to Valhalla - she would never make it that far alive at this point, even if Viviane could somehow carry her there, but Viviane was not willing to put her through that pain when she could find peace with a white lie. "You've made it home, Harlow. You can rest now." She dipped her head to press against Harlow, heedless of the tears that mingled from each of them.