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he did not know why they sat with one another now, though he did agree with peregrine's assessment of time's effect upon their earlier strife. at the panther's mention of what lasher had said, the sable ears folded back against the druid's skull. "i hated you when i said those things," the earthen servant murmured softly. "yet it did not last long, and now that i understand what it is to kill one who threatens who you love, i felt it necessary to find you and to issue an apology."

a wry smile tugged softly at the edges of his mouth. "and you seemed to have accepted, at least in part." there came a thought so pervasive that lasher turned his gaze to the woodland 'round them, then turned his eyes to the verdant canopy against the pale blue of the sky, before he found the devil's eyes again. 

"i have missed you, truly. my love for you has never died. i banked it down, perhaps, but the ember has always been existent, and strong."