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Morana missed the peace. She missed the security. She missed their castle. Right now, right here, they were just one stupid human decision away from dying and not even Striga could do anything about it.
When they were lying here, in that little house that was nothing compared to the castle, she would hide her face against Striga’s chest and she would try to forget – though she never succeeded. But she was here. At least she was here. With Striga holding her, creating a slight illusion of safety, when she caressed her and kissed her hair. They had each other.