[Maker bless Kiter. The only one with his shit together.
The more she speaks, the more he recalls Rowan's face before he left. The tightness in his chest returns. His eyes aren't quite in focus anymore, but his hands still move to pet the animal against him.]
He told me little. Only that it was dark magic and he didn't trust it.
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The more she speaks, the more he recalls Rowan's face before he left. The tightness in his chest returns. His eyes aren't quite in focus anymore, but his hands still move to pet the animal against him.]
He told me little. Only that it was dark magic and he didn't trust it.
[But if she took it, then it did work.]