She buffs away scorchmarks, she knits cracks - she cannot do everything. Some of the damage won't yield to her ministrations.
"Speak to me?" she murmurs, when she can find no other out-of-place piece in his mental castle that will yield to her healing. "Can you? Oh, mon coeur."
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Date: 2013-03-29 10:24 pm (UTC)"Speak to me?" she murmurs, when she can find no other out-of-place piece in his mental castle that will yield to her healing. "Can you? Oh, mon coeur."