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Istharé tried not to appear rushed on her way to Ooneil's home, but her mind was turbulent. As soon as she saw him, she announced without preamble, "Someone has killed Jaenell. Presumably it was the Traitor, eradicating people who know too much about a certain golden eyed man, which would indicate that I'm next on her agenda. We have to leave. What will you need?"
The Lyllu frowned. "I understand, my own, and I'm sorry about your aunt, yet I dislike the idea of running scared. What are our other options?"
"At the moment, I can't see any way of counter-attacking or taking the fight to her; we have to go." The Dark Sister brought her hand up to touch his face. "My name is Sharinam, and I'm no coward, but I wasn't raised to be either a hero or a martyr. Please, come with me."
He kissed the Witch's forehead. "I am Anael, and I am with you. Always. Where are we running to?"