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It was unusually late when Maria came to visit Fenris at his Hightown Mansion. Recently, it had been unusual for her to visit at all. She knocked on the door only for it to swing open.
“Fenris?” She called, taking a cautious step forward. Even if they were barely speaking anymore, she wasn’t going to stand by if he was in danger. Her body began to heat up as she crept through the mansion. When she reached his main living area, she pressed her ear again the door before slowly pushing it open, her hands crackling with flame. Upon seeing what was inside, she froze. Fenris was slumped on an absolutely filthy sofa, fast asleep and snoring softly. Maria sighed, the fire dissipating from her hands. She quietly went to a nearby bedroom, found a moth-eaten blanket before returning to the sofa and draping it over him.
“Night Fenris.” She whispered before sneaking out.