Raise the Wreck of Doubt

The mutual frustration was palpable in the air, but she pressed on. That is, until she smacked her very injured side against the wall. After her cry of pain and anger Absinth was at her limit, and just as she might’ve finally called for Aresenn to help her — her companion was already at her side. His larger frame pressing against her untouched side, steadily her with ease. She didn’t want to admit how much better it felt than trying to overcome this on her own. So she accepted it without a word, and onward she pressed out of the fanatics den.

[End Thread]

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