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Arrakis shook his head, the scythe on his colorbone was numbing his entire body with tingling pain. "Mistral..." The name flowed off his lips for the first time, and he was ashamed that he savored it somehow, though he was not sure whether it was hidden rapture or ancient bloodlust. Walking through the pain was like carving through a wall of thorns, but somehow he made it to her side, stooped beside her. His breath was shallow and jagged. He looked at her once with sad blue eyes, and took the wrist that bled in his hand. He held it to his collar... And it began to heal. His entire body was shuddering as what energy he had left seemed to pour into mending the fragile woman.
Chani unlocked the door and yawned again. She slipped under the covers and sighed, gripping her pillow and curling up beneath the blankets. It was very comfortable here... Like a second home to her. Her eyes fluttered once, twice... And then she was asleep.
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