[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

A slight tilting of the head, listening to something that wasn't there--

And small fingers closed around Gerard's wrist. Strong for only a second, but only the strength of a child after. 

"You needn't do that, not here," Tyaethe said, eyes flickering over to meet Gerard's for a second, "Anyone still breathing can be healed. [i]Will[/i] be healed.

"Rest. We have the time."

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