A shocked breath caught in her throat when the child reached out to comfort her. The shock did not come from the fact that the child was comforting her--well, maybe a little--but it was that the touch did not feel comforting. It did not feel like....anything. It was stagnant, skin against skin. Letha breathed out, pushing the air from her lungs she knew she did not need. "Thank you, Seren."
She adjusted, some, straightening up and clearing her throat. "So, what do we do here for fun? Aside from gather pirate treasure, that is." She smiled down at the child, trying to keep her lips someone connected as to not totally display her new set of fangs. 'I bet you know all the fun things in Torchline."
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Where will I find peace other than in oblivion?
