[center]Kaya Lefèvre, [i]Skirmisher[/i]
Combat, darkness, fire, frost.[/center]
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"Cora?"

Faced with the silence of her companion, Kaya forced her panic aside. [i]I'm not alone, and I won't let us get hurt.[/i]

Feeling through the darkness, she grabbed hold of whichever part of Cora she could. There was no way she was letting go, despite her previously less than ideal relationship with the woman. As an officer in the RCMP, you weren't simply taught to serve, you were taught to [i]protect[/i]. And most of all, to [i]do good[/i]. It isn't shooting criminals that gets you medals; it's saving the innocents.

And until this looming darkness decided to let up, that meant not letting her companion leave her touch. If she had to carry the woman herself, she would.