the price of aggression is cheap
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She was silent as her father, and then Anselm, spoke. She only had to think about it for a moment to decide that this Esper Hollow sounded a lot like the band that Laurel had told her about, but she didn't really have the desire to consider it too much. She sat cross-legged on the ground, her eyes going between the two leaders curiously, though only a little of her health and liveliness had returned to her gaze. It was enough to have her eating again, although not quite as much or as often as she had before ever being taken hostage. That had done a great deal to her as well, and she knew she'd probably have been dead by now if Haku had ever mistreated her during the whole ordeal.

She flinched and her ears twitched back hesitantly at Andrezej's name, but she didn't whimper like she normally would. The whole clan was here, and she didn't want everybody to know what had happened, even though it wasn't hard to guess. The only other person she wanted to tell now that her father and Corona both knew was her mother, but Faolin was far from there. She wasn't going to come back to such a broken daughter; by the time her mother returned, Talitha hoped to be almost herself again. It seemed like an impossible task, but she had the help of a more than amazing family behind her.

She could do it, as surely as Gabriel had called this meeting.

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