whispering touch teases, a sensation kinder than her previous encounters but precariously sinister. part of her is tempted to rip herself away, run the risk of a soul bleed—, a fate worse than death.
“ death, as is the case for all souls. ”
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“ Hah, not my intention. ”
She shifts, placing a palm on furs to warm them up.
“ I hate the cold too. Hopefully that will help. ”
A rare kindness on the elf’s part.















