“Magic is being… uneasy. And I am not being used to having the touching of me, or near of me…” Nill tugs lightly at the collar, her fingers lingering on the fabric. “But if it will be helping with the getting of collar off, I will be having the ease.”

She turns to Storm, her expression blank as ever, though her voice drops quieter.
“If I am having the dying, I do not have the knowing of how I will be paying back the kindness of you."

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