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She smiles softly, taking a rag and dampening it, carefully wiping blood from his injuries. Without looking up, she responds, “I assumed as much…I am quite counting on it.”

Genevieve did not fear death. Nor pain. It wasn’t that she was apathetic to these things, but if they happened, she certainly wouldn’t be torn up. In fact, she was prepared for anything. Mentally that is. 

“And you? Are you…anticipating the battle?” She asks, keeping her voice soft, her head having started to pound as if a hammer was beating against it