[Myri hasn't been this afraid in a very long time, not since before the Veil. This felt so similar to the way she had run from the Blood Mage. Moncriith had called her a demon and sneered just the same at her familiar. He had hated her for what she was, deemed it something that needed to be cleansed. And she had spent so much of her life running, only to be caught by a similar man.
She tries to nod, but can't, so she forces her lips to move, slowly.]
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She tries to nod, but can't, so she forces her lips to move, slowly.]
Okay.