let him rouse the angel's might

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lasher chuffed lightly at their charge. no need to move; lie still, he murmured to her, granting her a soft glance that spared her of any irritation he might have felt toward her madness regarding the bear. instead, his eyes cleared and he looked pointedly at finley, moving closer until his muzzle was near her own.

why did you do it? the earthen gamma asked softly, voice filled with affectionate worry. as he had told blue willow, only those who no longer wished to be alive sought deaths. finley was a vivacious, humourous creature — what hurt had she experienced, that she wished to be free of their mortal coil?