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The moon was high in the sky by the time they made it to the Armada borders. Daphne had needed to stop and rest a few times along the way, and a few times she just balked in general, not convinced the Armada wolves wouldn’t try and send her back to the Hallows. The anxiety left her with a half wild look in her eye, jaws parted on the verge of panting. Mismatched eyes looked to Grim for reassurance, her bottom lip trembling on the verge of calling out for a leader. But what did she have to offer them really?

"Whu-What if they don’t want me Grim? Maybe this is dumb, I should just…" She half-turned to leave. She didn’t belong here. She didn’t belong anywhere anymore.

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