[He likes to think he can see it, despite her changed form. His own smiles look stranger these days as well, with his canine and premolar teeth gone razor sharp. Athelstan ignores the body as well, entirely focused on the woman he has long called a friend, ever since they met in Rota that night, found they shared a faith he had thought he lost.
He curls his arms around her as tight as he can, and it's different, but it's meaningful all the same.]
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He curls his arms around her as tight as he can, and it's different, but it's meaningful all the same.]
It cannot be helped. You're here now.