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she'll be fiiiiine
Silvano gave a tired smile at the young woman, relief flooding into his veins like some sweet drug numbing everything away. He was tired, oh yes. He had not yet realized he had killed someone, the first man he had ever killed. "I'm fine," he said, rather hoarsely. Giselle was crying, and he could tell that she had. Of course, she had to have been absolutely terrified when the man grabbed at her, and when he whispered to her. He had no idea what was said but clearly she was jittery and not her normal self. Who would be? She just saw a man get killed before her very eyes. Instead, she ignored his bloody hands and wrapped her arms around him and cried into his chest.
He let her hold onto him, keeping his red hands away from her body. The red would stain her pretty white pelt, but it would be nothing on his dark hands. Still, he managed to pull his arms around her, keeping his palms and fingers locked onto his own arms. But the pain in his cuts and his lower back were becoming too much to bear. He needed Cambria and he needed her fast. "Giselle.. help me," he said gently, trying to pull her back into reality. He would need her to help him, for the pain was starting to spread up his back. His head was starting to pound from the blood loss. Giselle had to get him to his sister soon.
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