[Alecto doesn't flinch when her necromancer touches her. She watches her through clouded eyes, unsure whether to weep or scream or smile.
Her bones are so fragile. Alecto could break them with a thought. Alecto only rests her head against Waltaquin's hand, bringing up her own to hold it.]
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Her bones are so fragile. Alecto could break them with a thought. Alecto only rests her head against Waltaquin's hand, bringing up her own to hold it.]
...I still love you.