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Safiya would not ever be able to properly explain the emotions that swept her into their embrace. She would not be able to find the words for the bone crushing, heart wrenching relief. The guilt that colored her thoughts. The joy, the anger. It all twisted her up and then left her weakened and drying.

She pressed her own head into his. Pulling him so close. She wanted to just stay like that. He was alive gods above and below he was alive.

She laughed. Nonsense, well maybe out. They wouldn't let me do much.

Safiya met his gaze with her singular eye. That ever present fire that always prevailed. This was not his fault. She was the mazoi. She was the protector and she had failed.

I tried to find you. I fought with them. And begged them to find you. I even left the palace. I didn't get far before my body gave out. And those bastards that hurt you. I took as much of them with me as I could. I hope you know that. And when I find the one that bit you first. Imma feed his leg to him personally. And his eye

She pressed tiny paws to his forelegs. Squeezed. It's not your fault beastie. I can tell that's what you're thinking. And it isn't. I signed up for this and worse besides. I'm the one who made the choice to befriend a devil and it's my soul and body that should pay the price. You did amazing. And I know it may not mean much, but I'm proud of you for fighting. And I am so very glad that you're alive. And I'll send them all to hell for hurting you.