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her features grow soft and warm as she looks at the girl. 'thanks' had never been needed; they'd taken her in without looking back, and Lilia had proven herself more than adequately. and Prophet was—is—obviously fond of the girl.

goodh'uh have you, Avicus replies, a faint smile gracing her lips. Lilia.

the name is a little clumsy upon her mangled tongue, but still audible. and it doesn't matter, anyhow. they share a speech impediment; they are both fierce.

they are mother and daughter in all but blood.