[ How - majestic a story. Far more fanciful she would ever lend to a Lycan or a Vampire. A mythology belonging to the Gods, not to the foul things she knows. Maybe how they would like themselves to be imagined. She hopes he isn't expecting some poetic in return. Because as she watches, there isn't a flicker one way or another. No sympathy but no anger either. Just the same measured stare of watching, waiting and weighing it up. ]
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