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[iopenthings]

[OOM: Door in London Below]

Door stumbles in - through the bathroom door, this time. Blood coats the right side of her face, matting her hair and dripping onto her leather jacket.

Beneath the blood, she is pale and scared.

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He nods, and then reaches over to touch her hands,

"Then, Lady...do not count him dead yet."

He'll do it anyway. It isn't like he's sleeping much as-is.

[iopenthings]

"It's suicide," she repeats. "Ten, if even that, against hundreds. It's stupidly heroic. Far more Gryffindor than Slytherin."

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"He wishes, even with this that you think will take him from you, to prove that he is worthy of your hand. He believes, Lady, that you look down upon him and wishes to slay dragons to lay by your feet."

The little man pulls back, and shakes his head,

"This is the only dragon he has found."

[iopenthings]

"Dying won't prove anything to me," she says coldly.

"Thank you for your advice, Arithon, and for the chain. It saved my life tonight. But I really must be going now."

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"Good night, Lady."

It is a breath, a prayer, and a spell for peace; complete with a flicker of magic.