"No." Anuerin quickly decided, surprising himself with his answer. "I don't mind you being here." He explained, lowering his voice.
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It was hard for Laurel to believe that what she saw was merely a figment of her imagination. Still trembling, she embraced Razeth tenderly and hid her face in his chest. After her mother died Laurel didn't have anyone to stand up for her. At a young age she accepted the fact that she alone was responsible for what happened to her, but now with Razeth she wasn't afraid to expose her vulnerability, and turning her back to danger so that she could embrace Razeth was a genuine example of that.
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Cyra was tempted to ignore the knock when Indigo's scent entered her room. Tearing the remaining drawing from the wall, a portrait of Zaine, she tossed it to the trash before going to open the door, smiling warmly to the man who stood outside.