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Something in Ceallach warned him of the immense threat. Eirlys could see the world through rose colored glasses and Ceallach would be happy to keep them on her. Instead of the way she felt now, he'd lie through his teeth to keep her spirits up. This, Chusi, was taking away even more of her innocence and Ceallach felt himself bristle. Something else entirely told him that he'd never seen his sister so beautiful; even as her own anger flared and threatened to catch with his and grow like a wildfire. 

His tongue traced the curve of her flank as he tended to her, a faint smile on his face at her sudden outburst. "Is this the mouth that will catch your suitors, [b]Kultaseni?"  [/b] Ceallach teased. Eirlys was something else when worked up. He saw more of Arturo then, wild and uneven, a quite anger hidden behind a smooth facade. "She is no Fearghal. She abandoned us. She isn't worthy to meet Reed and Droman." Ceallach decided bitterly. He was man of the family, right?

He let out a slow exhale and shifted above her to press his skull against hers, nuzzling tenderly. "How can I take this pain from you?"