Wheeling Gull Isle Fallen from God Fallen from grace

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Who do you need? 

It floored her. 

No one, was the rebellious scream that rang forth within - itching to be spit out as it dangled from her tongue. She needed none, that independent and protective side of her claimed victoriously - it was she who'd rescued her from Lucavon, she who survived alone, she who fought against all for the chance to build this. 

Silently, swallowing the former urge, she mulled it - allowing herself to delve into that dangerous and lonely place, considering for once what he, or any man, could give her. 

"I need a confidante," the celestial fae at last lilted in a soft rasp. For all the recruits she'd gathered, how many of them knew her, aside from possibly Daegon? Who had she shared more with than this man, in the past few moments? 

"I need this, whatever it is," she admitted - whatever conflict had strained them it was Rosencrantz's presence that drew honesty from her lips, his that put her at ease and on edge simultaneously - allies, friends, whatever they were, he quieted the storm.