[ She barely notices the familiar strength rushing back into her body, the way it pushes aside the pain and her senses sharpen instantly. Her eyes are fixed on Peter, and she watches, helpless, as the demon in him is pushed down, down, somewhere deep and dark and forgotten.
Somewhere better left forgotten.
She crouches next to him, one hand on his shoulder, one on his chest. She pours healing magic into him almost desperately. Part of her feels responsible for this, and though she doesn't know if it will work, she wants to try and take some of the pain away. ]
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Somewhere better left forgotten.
She crouches next to him, one hand on his shoulder, one on his chest. She pours healing magic into him almost desperately. Part of her feels responsible for this, and though she doesn't know if it will work, she wants to try and take some of the pain away. ]
Are you okay? What--- what do you remember?