[ The towel she'd warmed was forgotten, dropped to the floor. The sound of her cane joining it was heard as well, the clatter of its polished, carved metal against the wood of the floor. And in a flash, a rush, she was within Fang's arms, clinging, desperate, all of her energy pouring into the Bond, positive, negative, all of it. The fear, the frustration, the gratitude that Fang was okay, that she'd came back, that she was there and... ]
I told you... I told you not to do this to yourself... [ She could barely manage the word through her tears. And there was an unspoken gladness, though, at the edge of those sobbing words, that Fang was Home, all the same. Home was where she could heal. Home was where Chariot could help her drive out the poison of guilt... together... ]
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I told you... I told you not to do this to yourself... [ She could barely manage the word through her tears. And there was an unspoken gladness, though, at the edge of those sobbing words, that Fang was Home, all the same. Home was where she could heal. Home was where Chariot could help her drive out the poison of guilt... together... ]