I will, Marisa... [Flandre murmured into the witch's shoulder before sighing again. And for awhile she was quiet, though her spine did arch a bit under Marisa's hand. This was better. Much better. Even though she was surrounded again and held fast, this was soft and warm and comforting, not cold and prickly and trying to hurt her.
Eventually, she stopped shivering. She would have drifted off to sleep but for the sharp ache in her wing]
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Eventually, she stopped shivering. She would have drifted off to sleep but for the sharp ache in her wing]