His voice cracked at the edges, with relief and something more, something deeper, and like her, he only barely held himself back. The others in the quiet room had looked up, had spotted them and Kell's telltale red hair, so different from everyone Neria had seen in the city.
He wore the black coat she knew so well.
"Come with me? Please?" he asked, as if he thought for a moment that she wouldn't -- and held out both of his hands. His fingertips were smeared with ash-pale blood from a cut she could not see, likely up his sleeve.
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His voice cracked at the edges, with relief and something more, something deeper, and like her, he only barely held himself back. The others in the quiet room had looked up, had spotted them and Kell's telltale red hair, so different from everyone Neria had seen in the city.
He wore the black coat she knew so well.
"Come with me? Please?" he asked, as if he thought for a moment that she wouldn't -- and held out both of his hands. His fingertips were smeared with ash-pale blood from a cut she could not see, likely up his sleeve.