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Larry
Larry had been there, cradling his feverish wife that seemed to be as unconscious as one could get, then she woke up and darted away too fast for him to react. She was already out the door and far away by the time Larry pushed the crowd away to get a clear shot at the door, as many flocked to the open door to see her running away. Larry growled his frustrations as he could no longer even see her, as she had moved with unnatural speed away from him and everything. Yet, he was grateful that she still left a trail to follow.
Larry picked up on the trail and ran as fast as he could keep his eyes on the visible signs of Mistral's passing. It would take a while to make sure he didn't lose her, but he had no other way of finding her. Nor did he know if he was being followed. All Larry knew was that Mistral had suffered a strange episode that rendered her tormented to a great extent, then in a desperate battle to free herself of it...she sprang up and ran as that was the only logical way out of a predictament.
Larry was feeling rather useless as her husband now. If his sword and strength could not save his wife in her most desperate need, he was only a thorn in her side. He had to make sure he was there for her, as he knew that if anything were to happen to her and he was not there to die by her side...his soul would be forever lost.
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