Don't say we're healing when it's just not what we
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Sorry i'm so late!

Deuce stirred as Dierdre walked into the house, but didn't wake. It wasn't until the fey was in the room that Deuce stirred, stretched. She hadn't been asleep long, but it was long enough to be missed. She sat up, a hand on her fractured leg. It was a good thing Dierdre had given her that bow, Deuce was now good for no more than a sedate walk.

She gave her daughter a sleepy smile, running her fingers through her mane. hey Dierdre. how's it going? She patted the bed, inviting the girl to sit with her. It was slow going, but the two were mending the rift that had formed between them. The rift the mother had caused.

Today was another sane day. She'd had more sane days than not since recovering Erik's knife. Maybe it was because Erik was again at her side, and didn't need to taunt her. She didn't know.


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