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Isaura
She gives Sorsha's right arm a gentle squeeze ~ "It'll work out, somehow." ~ Trying to keep her tone reassuring ~ "Doesn't that happen all the time, in all the tales that have been sung by the bards?" ~ Blinking as she catches the swift look of alarm that flits across her sister's face ~ Did I say something wrong? ~ But the moment passes, and she relaxes as the colour returns to the waif's face ~ "We're ready when you are, Sir Addison." ~ She put on her bravest smile and faced the mage, bowing reverently.
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