Firiel: *clings*
Frealaf:: *cuddle*
Firiel: *brokenly* Frey, can we go back, please? *takes a few deep breaths*
Frealaf:: *holds her tight, concerned* What's wrong?
Firiel: Vanyon came back. He said it was to say good-bye, but he gave me the hands of the child and *points to the table and buries her face in his chest* they're sitting over there
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