[The lion remains steady on her one arm, and with the other Ruka reaches over that short distance. She places her much smaller hand in his, glove against glove. A dark bloody red resting on cotton white. She tries to hold his hand, as if that could offer some comfort.
Like he's done for her, all these years.]
Is there anything I can do? To help? I don't want anything to happen to you.
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Like he's done for her, all these years.]
Is there anything I can do? To help? I don't want anything to happen to you.